Practiced I am not worthy of the art.
Classical phantoms draw at strings.
Where did the great ones decide to run.
I am left here to live up.
Dented cup.

My only wish is to be someone like you.
Horrid visions of the long tragic dead.
Where did it get you in the end.
Glory that never would tame us.
Your famous.

Is that to much to hide from.
Forgotten bards who lost their songs.
But you sang believing the myth.
You had a dream.
Our dream.

It wasn't to be remembered for pride.
Changers of the worlds mind.
Without wars you fought mortal man.
And you who inspired.
I'm inspired.