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Noone knows how it is

A young Prince

growing up in a kingdom



They go to war

force the prince to fight

every other day



Lying to his mom and girl

walking down that street

with his head held high



Some say he's a dark prince

other's say he's just lucky

He made his name, good or bad



Proud every day of his life

taking a kingdom

Turning it into an Empire



He wakes up early in the morning

makes those phone calls

to set up the Empire



Somtimes he thinks of how it could've been

if he wasn't born into this family

would he had become that nice boy



He tells everyone he is

but inside he knows the truth

there is no good in what he does



So he walks through his life

doing what he can

for the next prince



A young Prince

Noone knows how it is

and I won't tell them