The back of a truck

I use to be a man of wealth and honor People called me precious and golden I rally cities and own them I cheer with every food and water It wasn’t always this way I worked for it, and I’m glad for this I loved and trained my kids with caution I watched them grow and left me here Some died, some stayed Some ran away But I keep on going and watch them play I saw and met some outsiders I felt the need to train them up I never knew the ones who cared Will be the ones from the outside world They cried, they prayed, they paid their dues To watch and see me live again I wonder as I drowned with age What and why could this really be I trust my friends and made a deal I deal that took me out of life Now I watch my once great body Driven soulless on the back of a truck I remember how this story went And smiled again from heaven's light. And once again I see this world and just wander what life could be As I find my long-lasting sleep in the hand of the almighty king indeed