The Winter King

I am the king of this winter house

November came and they took me out

I was flying through these walls that I built

I was sitting on the fences of guilt

It was doubt

It was fear

It was trial

It was clear

That I had to lose

I walked to the desert's eye

She was my mask, she made me hide

I had to fly back to where I was lost

She never told me what it would cost

It was doubt

It was fear

It was wrong

I was here

That I had to choose