king

King, through the battles you have won. Leader, on the roads you dared to walk. The little boy, seeking nothing but recognition, love and Warmth through the arms of an father that atleast would carry him through the tempests of this life. A heart that pleaded,but learned to fall silent. Tears that never found their way out, for this world forced you to bear injustice in silence. Simply, because you are a man. I see what was torn from you .the sacred right to simply be. I feel the weight of your pain, and I hold you in my gaze. I see you as so much more than the heavy path you were made to walk. I long to know you ,the little boy who was sacrificed so you could survive the dark, perilous days of this life. Here and now, the past and present softly meet. I ask you — close your eyes, just for a breath, and let yourself drift back in time. Can you feel him? The small feet of the child you once were, stepping into a world so vast, eyes wide with wonder, heart untouched by shadows? He longed for warmth, for safety, for arms that would never let go. And when those arms were not there, he learned to hide, to harden, to sacrifice himself just to survive. But hear me now: he is not lost. That child still lives, quiet, wa