Rilian from Royal Dance by Thomas Lee Johnson

So there’s a gash in his head.
I toss and thrash in my bed.
I see him only in dreams.
So far away from the rest.
Is it worth it to ask you? Is it worth it to ask you?
What does it mean to be dead?

I found the witch in the green.
Now I am no longer seen.
She took me far from the sun.
She sent me into the deep.
Is it worth it to ask you? Is it worth it to ask you?
Am I a man or machine?

I am the patron saint of doubting.
I am the silent remains of shouting into the black.
You are the author of bright mornin’s
and lullabies back in New Orleans.
Won’t you take me back? Won’t you take me back?

Am I the son of a king?
...or just some miserable thing?
Is it worth it to ask you? Is it worth it to ask you?

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