Passive

A king with no name
Making it hard to place blame
A warrior who did no wrong
Making you feel wrong all along

Holding his head high
You cave at all his might
Bowing to his every move
Wanting to question
But sitting in solitude
Pondering all your beliefs But he convinces you
That  you are still free
Gearing up for a blind battle
It's on then you see what was the matter
Bowing to a king with no name
Leaving future's to obey his fate