King or Cripple

(Smith)

King or cripple what have I become?

Beneath these kingly robes there lies a fragile man

What made me king can sometimes cripple

All that you give can sometimes rob my innocence

Why do you let us walk upon a cliff so steep

When deep below the sea there lies a bed of gold

And if this should be our battle place

Don't let me fall, don't let us fall

Keep me, keep me, keep me, keep me

I love to hold the hand of one who healed the blind

And saw the leper run into your arms of love

King or cripple, they were the same to you

You took a broken man and you treat him like a king