A Harbor for the King

I've built the walls, I've won the wars, I've learned to stand my ground
I've learned to be the only quiet in a world of sound
I've been the architect of every single, lonely stage
The master and the prisoner of my own, self-written page
I've been the law, I've been the judge, I've been the one who's right
The single, stubborn candle in the middle of the night

But even kings run out of lands to conquer and to claim
Even a god can get so tired of his own and holy name
And I have earned the right to have a place to lay my head
To hear a single, quiet, and un-analyzed word said
It isn't grace, it isn't peace, it isn't a release
It's just a right to have a harbor, and a moment's armistice

The little boy who started this, before he learned the fight
Just wanted someone else to check for monsters in the night
He didn't want a kingdom, and he didn't want a crown
Just a hand to hold inside the dark to help the fear go down
And after all this time I've spent just trying to be strong
I think he might have been the one who's right all along

'Cause even kings run out of lands to conquer and to claim
Even a god can get so tired of his own and holy name
And I have earned the right to have a place to lay my head
To hear a single, quiet, and un-analyzed word said
It isn't grace, it isn't peace, it isn't a release
It's just a right to have a harbor, and a moment's armistice

It isn't asking to be saved, it's not a cry for help
It's just a quiet, Sovereign truth I'm finally telling to myself
That even stars need gravity, a place to hold them fast
A quiet, gentle anchor for a love that's meant to last

'Cause even kings run out of lands to conquer and to claim
Even a god can get so tired of his own and holy name
And I have earned the right to have a place to lay my head
To hear a single, quiet, and un-analyzed word said
It isn't grace, it isn't peace, it isn't a release
It's just a right to have a harbor, and a moment's armistice

A harbor for the king
Just for a little while
Rest