Render to Kings

With my dearest agony I give you this word
My utterance can bear no more,
I know you long for what I was before,
But there is nothing I can do nor say, I ache to the core

My eyes are filled with fright,
My heart quakes without delight,
Shake me down and break me down to the bone,
I render to kings what is their own,

I beg for an end most sincerely,
My sane mind hangs by a thread,
holding back what I cannot take quite fairly,
But the time has come to face what i dread