FOOLS AND KINGS
A beggar in a side-street…he
lies dazed in the cold
He lost all he had in one day, now he fades to the end
Why don’t
we - Why don’t we pick him up?
Why don’t we - why don’t we mercy him?
Some are called
to be kings
Some are called to be fools
Some are born to suffer a lifetime
Some will die on a throne
- Who gives compensation?
A granny on the
marketplace
She play’s on a singing saw
She dreams of her sons and daughters
But she doesn’t know where they are
Chorus repeated
Text:
Frank Bossert