King or cripple what have I become?
  beneath these kingly robes there lies a fragile man
  what made me a 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 fat
  
  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 the broken man and you treat him like a king