The memories of me are the thoughts that fuel my tears
Young, energetic and full of life’s potentials
My fate in my hands, hard work and dedication were my plans
Land, wealth and power were the objects of my success
A soul’s journey of self discovery ended up being the real stress test
Things, things and more things were the objects of my desire
Living off the satisfaction always made me feel higher
Acting and feeling like a king just call me sire
