Chords of a Man - Tragedy

Maybe I’m a madman making marks upon your door
Wandering while women sing of worthy men of war
Could I be a king without his country anymore?
I hardly know the boy I knew before

A medium maligned had met a mortal malady
The prophet pulled from rest professed rebellion’s penalty
With kingdom torn, my king was scorned by his insanity
Ultimately ending in a tragedy

Selfishness and envy left him orphaned and alone
His seething eyes would force me to a place I’d never known
On horns of a dilemma now I fight against my own
Tragedy can cut right to the bone

Valiantly the vanguard vanished in it's vanity
Blatantly believing a betrayer I could be
Seemingly a snare is set, so in Your sovereignty
Rescue me from falling into a tragedy

Princes passed us by until the battle lines were drawn
Endlessly objecting to my will to carry on
Though you’re like an angel, you must leave at break of dawn
With angel's wings by morning I was gone

Cries of chaos came from men who crossed calamity
Fire burned, the weeping yearned in tears of agony
Battling the brazen bandits bare brutality
Brought us salvation from a tragedy
Deep in my dilemma was a God who intercedes
Catching me from falling into a tragedy

Written by:
Matthew Fritz

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Lyrics © MDFritz Records

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