The epitome of a son!
I always craved a hero’s life
I always prayed for eternal strife!
So do I do the things that I do
To rise e’en above the chosen few!
A long ago when the world was young
On many a lap, many a song was sung
Some vigorous and sharp many were wise
Some so loving, some sharing sighs
But of all the myriad, the ones with fire
The ones that would ever charge and inspire
Those were the stories that touched my soul
Created a disconnect, created a goal!
The youngest scion amidst infinite sons
An object of affection and several puns
It didn’t really matter what I did or became
A non entity doomed to a life so tame
That’s when the stories created disconnect
That’s when I desired to join select sect
So began the urge to stand out and shine
Hence did I so my life’s motto design!
Failure and success are mundane routine
Fate sometimes is kind, ever so mean
But beyond mere life is the desire to rise
The desire to challenge, defeat and surprise
Thus was born a new man in the world
An independent banner was so unfurled
Desire and determination aimed at glory
So did I begin to write a brand new story!
So ever I challenge what’s already done
So ever I tread a path tested by none
So ever I reject a prize that’s too easy
So ever amidst doom my sermon’s breezy
So ever I must leave so ever I must strive
So ever dying to be born is how I stay alive
So ever true glory so touches my feet
So ever I trample it my next destiny to meet!
Oh it’s not easy, it’s such angst and pain
Oh sometimes the pressure is just insane
Oh yes the world bemused tends to jeer
Oh even friendly comments often do sear
But then when I stand and look at my face
I see only the goal not the pain of the race
And practice patiently ever persevere
I can face every pain without a tear!
The prize does come and often the very best
I do tend to savour a brief and tender rest
But then rises the fire to stand out again
Breaks every golden shackle and chain
And then again I must seek a brand new glory
So take the pain write a brand new story
Such is the saga of every rise every fall
For one day I swore that I’d stand ever tall!!
So I always do crave a hero’s life
So I always do pray for eternal strife!
So I always will do what’s never been done
So I may become the epitome of a son!
And then another scion in a lap of love
Listening to my story gently from above
Will rise and adopt my style, my strife
And so shall complete the circle of my life!
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