Day of the Dead

Verse 1
I am the king of everything
I no longer need to dream
My castle outshines the sun

A stranger to the pains of need
No shadow in my home
Every golden apple within my reach

Chorus
Oh Katrina
I must confess
I'd give up all the pretty things
Just to be blessed

Verse 2
Never known poverty
Only opulence and grace
No petty jealousy

Or desire I have to chase
I am the spoiled child
Of a God that doesn't care

Chorus
Oh Katrina
I must confess
I'd give up all the pretty things
Just to be blessed

Verse 3
When I'm lowered into the dirt
And the casket is closed
I will wear the emperor's best clothes

But when at last I set my eyes
Upon my last reward
Will all the gold in my grave
Redeem prayers ignored?

Chorus
Oh Katrina
I must confess
I'd give up all the pretty things
Just to be blessed