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For My King
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Eine epische Liebesballade – geschrieben mit Herz. Wie eine Königin für ihrem König singt: mit Hingabe, Stolz und tiefer Liebe. Ein Lied für den "Einen", der alles bedeutet. Mit orchestralen Chören, sanfter Kraft und der Stimme einer Frau, die weiß, was sie fühlt.
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© 2026 – Liora Elenari
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I wear no crown, no robe of gold,
but in my heart, my love is bold.
Not jewels or thrones define my grace –
it's how I see you, in your place.
You saw no mask, no royal game,
just all of me – no need for fame.
I stood before you, bare and true –
and still, you said: "I see you."
For my king, I sing tonight,
no castle walls, no blinding light.
No fairy tale, no grand design –
just this song… and you as mine.
My words are prayers wrapped in rhyme,
not for show, but out of time.
When I fall, don’t hold me down –
stand proud with me when I wear my crown.
I was never one to ask for permission.
Never the one to kneel for tradition.
But with you…
I am more.
And that’s worth singing for.
For my king, I sing tonight,
no castle walls, no blinding light.
No fairy tale, no grand design –
just this song… and you as mine.
For my king… my soul, my flame,
you are my home, my fire, my name.
If I rule, I rule with heart.
If I kneel, I kneel in art.
Because I know – and I have seen:
A real king… lifts up his queen.
but in my heart, my love is bold.
Not jewels or thrones define my grace –
it's how I see you, in your place.
You saw no mask, no royal game,
just all of me – no need for fame.
I stood before you, bare and true –
and still, you said: "I see you."
For my king, I sing tonight,
no castle walls, no blinding light.
No fairy tale, no grand design –
just this song… and you as mine.
My words are prayers wrapped in rhyme,
not for show, but out of time.
When I fall, don’t hold me down –
stand proud with me when I wear my crown.
I was never one to ask for permission.
Never the one to kneel for tradition.
But with you…
I am more.
And that’s worth singing for.
For my king, I sing tonight,
no castle walls, no blinding light.
No fairy tale, no grand design –
just this song… and you as mine.
For my king… my soul, my flame,
you are my home, my fire, my name.
If I rule, I rule with heart.
If I kneel, I kneel in art.
Because I know – and I have seen:
A real king… lifts up his queen.