Wounds to heal

Entering the gates of the castle of pain
Sun's stolen for years but we don't feel the rain
And the stormy clouds are drifting by
In the heavens full of dreams
The old king lies with the eyes to cry
But no one wants to see....(the tears) no one wants to know
Why there's so much suffering to see
Finish what's began
And find why we need to be
Lying here, occasional wasting of memories
Dying fear, symbols telling the same stories
Life is wasted
Climbing the mountains that never existed
Ingrowing their wicked arts there are magic things in life
We pretend we never see
There are kings with wounds to heal
But we can not feel
There's a grail we find everyday
And do not recognize
It's easier to don't know, to be fool
Just to be blind
Jester of fools and this is his last show
Final scene for all your dreams
Devoted to those who never wanted to believe
Just for the ones who never wanted to know