Original lyrics
ENA castle spun from fragile thread
The walls are high, but it’s all in my head
No flags wave here, no trumpets cry
Just the murmur of me, myself, and I
Who needs a throne when the sky is wide?
Who seeks the crowd when the heart won’t hide?
In the threadbare kingdom, I claim my space
With every crack, I find my grace
Each brick I lay with trembling hand
A fortress built on shifting sand
But still, I stand, the monarch proud
Though the world outside grows ever loud
