To most folks you were the Savior
A man filled with passion, we thought.
I prayed, with you would be flying.
Sad enough, now we are crying
Against old tyranny we fought
We chose to play pain game for gain
You preach with practicing little
We loved to pray, and play before
We are in a plane of pain now.
People’s voice, and heart became one
Finally our own was running
If we knew you’d be this cunning
Shooting us down with our own gun.
A King that forgot how to lead.