I am a lonely minstrel, come reward me for my tale
All my comrades are insane, or else they are in jail
And my story does not shame me, though my life is not the best
I have no respect for heroes, they are misfits like the rest
There's no place for a conqueror's sword
In the mind of a man who is easily bored
There is no use to tell me what I have or what I need
My greatest admiration are for men who were deceived
And the lies that have confronted us are no excuse to use
The precious pride we have in life and everything we do every day
Makes no sense to say that somebody else made you lose your way
Never was another man given more than what you have
And if you find the one who has, he'll trade his place with you just like that
Faster than the poet's pen, surer than the soldier's gun
Are your daily thoughts and words, and your fortunes, failures, and your joys
There never was a time we could do the things that we do now
Things are upside down, but the world seems much better somehow
And yet I do not feel so sad for those struck down without a reason
They have learned a way of life that only comes from a life of learning
Every piece of work that we have come to worship and admire
Sprang to life beneath the gripples, twisted brow of pain and sorrow
Come and feel what the blind man sees when he hears you speak
I hope you have enjoyed my song, listen one and all
To find that I have really told no tale to you at all
And I offer no apologies for anything I've done
For to see the end of useless things about us has begun
To let us see we were always free
We were never alone, we never left home
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