Dendê - The Fool

When he turned 23
he woke up in a dream
his mother had drowned
by the weight of her crown
and his father's fist
was buried deep in her gowns

With his 6-string on his back
1000 words in his sack
he set off on the road
crossing strangers and foe
there was a melody begging to be born

The fool wearing the robes of a king
confidently wandering
ignoring the forks in the road
while the rest of us carry his load
He's the fool wearing the king's robes

Re-member the words we spoke
war's just a misty smoke
heaven's a veil
for the one's who can't bear
to share their split of the check
sheep surrendering their own necks

The fool wearing the robes of a king
confidently wandering
ignoring the forks in the road
while the rest of us carry his load
He's the fool wearing the king's robes

So, where do we go from here?
The road of trials is clear
you can ignore every bend in the road
but the trick is to carry your robe
Fool wearing the king's robes

Written by:
CRAIG SMITH, GRAEME CLARK

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