the kings return

I bestowed upon thee the keys to the city/and you changed the locks on me/I've given more then any man/I give until i am depleted/I look for you to replenish what is lost and you sap even more from me/my vision is blurred and my body weary/I can not go on much longer, I can not continue to please this way/I am the picture of health, a pillar of strength, a man amongst boy's, still I'm rendered useless in your wake/I stand outside your city alone/I await the gates to open for me/ just the thought of walking the streets that you constructed bring vitality anew/I only dream of such a day/standing outside you city gates brings quick reminder of how I am but a Meir peasant to a queen/and queens do not lay in service to a peasant/never a king I was to you/ I never drank of the royal nectar from your cup, after a long day of kingly duties/I never fed from the royal grape vine held firmly in your graceful grasp/I never expect much because I always receive so little/my soul cries out for more and I will no longer ignore it/I will no longer be your peasant, and you should no longer See me as such/I am not to be taken for granted/you open the gates for me every so often, I feel like a tourist/I roam the city looking for you until you find me/the queen is to be serviced/being in your presence used to bring such joy, now I am angered by the site of you/the peasant you expect has come to reclaim his throne/the king has returned/so do not expect much from me my queen until I am treated as such. thanks for the motivation