Kingdom

I've dug my feet in the sand; mistook it for solid ground again.
 What are my words to you?
 And I've made my promises, and I've seen them fall to the ground.
 This kingdom I have built falls now to the ground.
 I let my tongue turn silver to make my heart into gold, but the only thing I convinced myself was that I could make diamonds from coal.
 Pages and pages of whom I'm meant to be; I can't seem to find the will to let these words set me free.
 Somewhere along the way I forgot that it wasn't all about me.
 I let the man that I was determine the man that I needed to be.
 My identity seems lost in the choices I have made and I can't believe I still go on making the same mistakes.
 Is the man that I am the man I was intended to be?
 I've dug my feet in the sand; mistook it for solid ground again.
 What are my words to you?
 And I've made my promises and I've seen them fall to the ground.
 This kingdom I have built falls now to the ground.
 I've lost the way to my word.
 A promise made is an action unheard.
 I lost the way to my word.
 I lost!
 I lost!
 A promise made is an action unheard.
 I lost!
 I lost!
 I used my voice to portray pictures of fiction to anyone that would look my way anything to get them to stay.
 If actions speak louder than words then surely I can't be heard.
 I've dug my feet in the sand; mistook it for solid ground again.
 What are my words to you?