Light of the world. Are you still here?. And are we illuminating?. When love becomes a delicate display. So weak dissolved by anything. Love lies here waiting all alone. Can a king be a king. Weighed down?. Our hearts a bubble maker's dream. Moved on by winds of everything. As we deny that love is still the king. Not as weak as we make him out to be. Love lies here waiting all alone. Can a king be a king. Weighed down?. Weighed down. Weighed down. Weighed down. Weighed down.