Heavy is the Head

It takes a certain kind of bravery to bloody battles,
a certain kind of courage to bear arms.
It takes a certain kind of wickedness to warrant the wounds of war,
a certain kind of decadence to send ships to drown.
Heavy is the head that wears the crown.
It takes a certain kind of wisdom to not fear fate,
A certain kind of candor to hold flags.
A certain kind of malice to burn kingdoms to the ground.
Heavy is the head that wears the crown.
It takes a certain kind of generosity to demand justice,
A certain kind of benevolence to bestow it.
A certain kind of deceit to take empires down.
Heavy is the head that wears the crown.
It takes a certain kind of humor to laugh at your misery,
A certain kind of wit to welcome wretchedness.
A certain kind of silence to scream and not let it sound.
Heavy is the head that bears the crown.
It takes a certain kind of art to wreak havocs,
A certain kind of cowardice to run into wars head on,
A certain kind of hate to take prisoners and keep them bound.
Heavy is the head that wears the crown, indeed, yet heavier is the heart that loves it.