I am a lonely minstrel, come reward me for my taleAll my comrades are insane, or else they are in jailAnd my story does not shame me, though my life is not the bestI have no respect for heroes, they are misfits like the restThere's no place for a conqueror's swordIn the mind of a man who is easily boredThere is no use to tell me what I have or what I needMy greatest admiration are for men who were deceivedAnd the lies that have confronted us are no excuse to useThe precious pride we have in life and everything we do every dayMakes no sense to say that somebody else made you lose your wayNever was another man given more than what you haveAnd if you find the one who has, he'll trade his place with you just like thatFaster than the poet's pen, surer than the soldier's gunAre your daily thoughts and words, and your fortunes, failures, and your joysThere never was a time we could do the things that we do nowThings are upside down, but the world seems much better somehowAnd yet I do not feel so sad for those struck down without a reasonThey have learned a way of life that only comes from a life of learningEvery piece of work that we have come to worship and admireSprang to life beneath the gripples, twisted brow of pain and sorrowCome and feel what the blind man sees when he hears you speakI hope you have enjoyed my song, listen one and allTo find that I have really told no tale to you at allAnd I offer no apologies for anything I've doneFor to see the end of useless things about us has begunTo let us see we were always freeWe were never alone, we never left home*