A young king caught a little fox and tamed her for his own
His own, his own to claim and keep
She fueled his ego with her charm, he used it to succeed
A king that could not fail or bleed

To be truly worthy, man, you can’t control that prey
A great one never uses those who give their love away

Paraded through the towns that girl was put up on display
His prize, a statue sweet and still
She couldn’t move from left to right or save a soul from grief
Embers of light still fed her will

To be truly worthy, you can’t control the prey
A great one never uses those who give their love away
Don’t mistake that power as something to misuse
Confidence is heaven sent and nothing to abuse

Every night the fox stayed up and gazed out toward the hills
Should she linger on, or run freely
Fiction was the only game the king was meant to play
Refusing to believe her dreams

Oh how these hills feel so real with blue and green
Oh I could live by this stream and never leave
This is my home and tree
I’m so glad I came, you’re beautiful to me

To be truly worthy, you can’t control the prey
A great one never uses those who give their love away
Don’t mistake that power as something to misuse
Confidence is heaven sent and nothing to abuse
To be truly worthy, man, you can’t control that prey
A great one never uses those who give their love away