Chrixty

Oh golden boy, look how you shine Standing on top of the world Nothing can bring you down Nothing can break your smile Your easy-going nature is an inspiration Remember your positivity Oh golden boy, look how you play The whole world is your stage Put on a mask, keep the public out Put on a mask, keep your emotions in Your face is a façade Remember your manuscript Oh golden boy, look how you fight The nightmares will never go away How can you get your brother to understand? How can you ever forgive yourself? Your sensitive heart is your weakness Remember that you cannot win Oh golden boy, look how you cry The porcelain finally crack

Childhood Born into a world at war with itself. As a descendant of the Roman Empire – one of the most brutal and successful conquers at that time – the little nation’s fate was settled before the boy even knew what ‘fate’ meant. A descendant of such a great nation cannot be merciful, cannot show weakness. Already from the beginning, this what he was being taught. And he understood every word of it. His little world evolved only around getting stronger. Maturing before he was ready. He wanted to show that he could live up to his grandpa’s powerful image, even though he had the disadvantage of only being one