men have come and men have gone
as they should come and go
the seeds of sorrow war does sow
the few who see it would always know

I have done what I have done
and have payed the price for it
you do what you have to do
but remember that you live with it

I had this dream of finding me a perfect place
I did look through the grassy lands and sands and cities of maze
place with honor, maybe a little charm and a little grace
idealistic man that was me little knew of the truth in fairy tales

Left alone and hung to dry
It makes little sense to give another try
Beast and its nature are like heat and fire
a son would not be there without his sire