Vian Izak
My Bonaparte
I was a king for a while
My ideas were alright
I had a castle made of clouds
Where I’d sit and sing out loud

But then I fell to the ground
And the sky came tumbling down
Full of doubt now I drown
In this sorrow where’s my crown?

You are my heart, Revolution that’s fighting for love
My Bonaparte, waging war against all of my dark
You are my heart
My Bonaparte

She is my voice in the quiet
And armies strength in her smile
Raises me up from my rags
A burst of color from my flags
Full of hope that ringing sound
She’s my jewel my noble crown