There is nothing special to see here, but get an insight into my poetry:
O brave hearts lay down
In the town of the clown
Where we hear singing tunes to the old kings
While jesters laughing in tune stings
O brave hearts fall to the crown
On the days when their hearts become brown
Their eyes making up stories to tell
Their hearts jumping in joy like a singing bell
And these days are when we ask ourselves
Whether we can put the brave on bookshelves
To hide the glory
Of a made story
O brave hearts lay down
Lay down once again to make us all frown
For once the day the king is dead
Is when your brave hearts are finally laid to rest on its head...