We made you

There were dreams to be had
And heights to be reached
New ideals to be born in your mind.
There were seas to be crossed
And walls to be sieged
Yet you chose this and left them behind.

In the cities of light
That we built in ourselves
Who will rule as benevolent kings?

There were flames to be fed
With the passions of men
Used as beacons to guide from afar.
There were breezes and shades
And countless cascades
Yet we made you the way that you are.

In the cities of light
That we built in ourselves
Who will rule as benevolent kings?
Once you plugged-in your soul
To a digital screen
So what use would you have for such things?

There were lands to be born
By the blood of the saints
Made immortal in verses and rhymes.
In an ancient glade
There was love to be made
Yet we made you a man of your times.