Lost A Number Found A King - Andwellas Dream

I was lost then I was found

In a graveyard near my hometown

With a head that meant nothing to anyone

But a person who understood my way

My mind was still in that land of gold

With a nation jumped at my command

The days were rich, so was I

The city bowed for me

The people from round were below me

Sending me all their precious gifts

It’s funny how they took to me

I was a king, had nothing but friends

Wise man chant their ways

Hemmed with silver

So much older

My land was at rest

There were no wars to be won