Monarch by Sundrowned Lyrics

With a young and sullen mind
I dress my walls in a heavenly blue
Strike a pose, stoic and tall
As foreign thoughts pass me by
If I met myself
Would I see me as a peasant or a king?
Would I still abide in my own word?
Be my own disciple, hold on to my burden
I take to heart a life giving hymn
With the wake of dawn my weary soul
Will be crowned with light
With me as witness adorned with pride
I will rule over winter draped in blue sky
The night as my kindred the sun my regalia