Prodigal Son
Prodigal Son
© 2005 George Reed
Sun beating down on brown, barren sand…
Unbroken sky over broken land…
There, amid rubble of my father’s hand…
A hero makes his last stand…
Worn out knight on a worn out steed…
Armor tarnished, heart in need…
No song sounds over his brave deeds…
Just wind through rocks and weeds…
I could have lived like a hero…
I could have earned my good name…
But I have sold my father’s birthright…
For riches and quick fame…
Now the end flows through my cold veins…
Enemies are strong with a thousand names…
I await fate with my heart aflame…
Color of the hero’s bane…
Was a day I walked the warrior way…
Each night dreamed of a better day…
Now I know I dreamed my whole life away…
Night has come to stay…
So lead me away my black maiden…
Lead me where my heart waits…
Look in my eyes at the sunset…
Shining through hell’s black gate…
Bishop, grant me a pardon…
For my sin I cannot bear…
Tell me some good awaits me…
When my soul gets there…
I should have lived like a hero…
I could have earned my good name…
But I have sold my father’s birthright…
For riches and quick fame…
Father’s ghost sore afflicts me…
Hatred burns dark in his stare…
I’d sell my life to win his love back…
From the darkness of a demon’s lair…
My sword leaps into my hand now…
My spurs dig into my steed…
Old songs set my heart to singing…
To die doing hero’s deeds…
So sing me a song of tomorrow…
Sing me a song of farewell…
I go now my fair young maidens…
To ride down the path to hell…
No wound in my heart seems to pain me…
No wound in my flesh can bleed…
In death I have bought my own freedom…
I die doing hero’s deeds…
Now I will die like a hero…
Now I will earn my good name…
Although I have sold father’s birthright…
In death it is mine again….
Posted: December 29th, 2005 under Songs.
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