’Fore I Come

And we were kings of things or so it seems,

the dreams we schemed glowed and gleamed,

the fame and fortune, rubies and rings,

the songs of conquer we all would sing

were merely images inside my mind,

as I sat in silence in slow decline,

but intertwined with words in rhyme,

the fire, desire, the success I'll find.

We were Gods in our thoughts,

or at least in our hearts,

we fought for the parts to build the creation,

so tired of the mire from the sea of stagnation,

we found freedom in a cell of our own imagination,

living high on the kite, let's keep up the wind,

and see the future as a now and again.

But you, you all have left,

or stepped out I guess,

because now I feel as if I am the only one.

I'll be there soon, I'll call 'fore I come,

the wall's written none,

I'll fall towards the sun 'fore I come.

And we are ghosts of souls that climbed from holes,

and rose through battles to roads to palaces,

toasts with chalices, rolled through talented.

And the books shall marvel in our glories,

tell tales of our stories to make sure they're never done,

I'm coming home to join the fight, I'll call 'fore I come.