| Written: 2:17 PM March 22, 2004 He calls to me, throughout those fields To the one that conquers, the one that yields The one that carries that crown of gold Who will persue life and care til years old Riding through with his army and friends Who will be there for him, for all of his ends Wondering and curious, of the world further out And thinking of what life is really about Dishonored and disobeyed his followers disband Once a follower himself, of this precious land Put with his trust, he was trusted to rule He stopped all the anger, violence, and cruel As he lied on his death bed, gloom in the air everyone seemed lost, full of doom and despair As the prince, his son, saw death was here his father spoke to him the words "never fear" |
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