• King Jeremiah The Quiet One.

    A little suburb shady and cold
    Ends in a dead end at a house that is old,
    before it runs into the new houses on the other side.
    At the highest window you’ll see the frame lit,
    Far displaced from the street lamps
    Silhouetted is Jeremiah the quiet one.

    King Jeremiah mighty and tall,
    when he’s waging battles in his mind.
    But at his home he’s always forgotten and left all alone
    Locked away in his room to hold his sword
    A dangerous pen to release all the discord
    A painful last note for his mum.

    The children at school don’t understand
    The power that is King Jeremiah
    His chained passion locked away within in his heart
    The don’t understand Jeremiah’s cries
    The can’t see their king locked away
    Nor can they feel his quiet pain

    Jeremiah plays by himself
    Writing nonsense on his arm
    He hears the angry yells from beyond the other side
    As he bangs his head against the door
    Jeremiah closing his eyes so tight,
    Hoping for his soon release from this world.

    King Jeremiah lays on his thrown
    And pens his last creed
    The saddest, loaded words ever written by a once great king
    We never saw it coming, never thought to see
    The little boy’s pleas of “please save me”
    The cries of King Jeremiah the quiet one.