Patriot

Another story shall I tell
About how a kingdom fell
About how its countless wonders
Its magic woods, its stone-built founders

Were all brought to the ground and ruined
The people fled. The hunt resumed
One boy was fighting after all
His chin up high as he would fall

His mind was leveled up with the sun
He was too bright to turn and run
So he stood up and he fought back
His sword tore down the men in black

For all his family and friends
For all the balls he never danced
For ones he knew, for his old master
Whose way with him was a disaster

For creepy priests and for the castle
He didn't need big size or muscle
He didn't need a horse to trot
That's what you call a patriot

He gave his friends who fled a hope
He handed them a glowing rope
So they could cross the dark of river
And he was now for them a hero

But he was wounded, and he crawled
To ones he saved, to ones he loved
And he began to close his eyes
But, hey! A hero never dies