Once upon a time, I was a boy
Little, shabby and full of joy.
I rode the kingdom of my dreams
With my dear in my team.
We rode, we sang, we jumped afar
To catch the fame of a shining star;
But when we lost our glorious heist
She cried over my shoulders; her hands held tight.
“What’s the pain, oh! My dear?”
Because losing her was all, I fear.
“All I wanted, was the shinning fame
But I realized that was in vain”
Like a noble King of kings
I vowed to fulfill her every dream;
I worked for days, I worked for nights
I forfeited my every delight.
I squashed my dreams, I drowned my boats
With an everlasting and only hope,
That one day, when I return to my dear
Her eyes would be filled with joys of tear.
I grew up into a strong young mold,
With the fame which I could ever hold.
The fame which the star finally gave
Once I conquered the mighty and the braves.
So, I galloped back into my dear’s kingdom,
Who remembered me only a seldom.
I craved to see my dear queen
Who was by now sweet Seventeen.
Dressed in tiara and a silver white robe
There she was, my beautiful dove;
I dropped my knees and bowed in regard
But what I saw next slashed my heart.
There she was, with a charming new Prince
The evil Casanova, Martin Luther Vince.
He hadn’t conquered any fierce battles
But all he knew was how to babble.
I turned my back and walked away with my honor;
Crying out loud, like a loner.
All these battles and all these pain
Was all in absolute vain.
I questioned my soul, I questioned my heart
That why did it tore apart?
And all it said was simple and plain
Which all of you can understand:
I dream of fame and I dream of stars
And all in the end I got was a brutal scar.
The scar would remind me of my tears,
To choose wisely, My dear, Oh! My dear