A Song by Seronia Merritt
(OOG: Sung to the tune of “The Boxer” by Simon & Garfunkel)
I am just a templar,
Though my story’s seldom told,
I have squandered my existence,
For a pocket full of half-truths,
And some promises.
Sure they know best,
Still the man hears what he wants to hear,
And disregards the rest.
When I left my home in the city,
I was no more than a boy,
In the company of friendlies,
In the quiet of the early morning,
Never scared.
As I grow, there are none that last forever,
And I watched my friends all go,
They all left for reasons only they would know.
Lie la lie…
Asking only to be helpful,
I just tried to do my job,
But it got me nowhere.
Just to come home from the wars, I had a front seat view.
I do declare, there were times when I was so desperate,
It was more than I could bear.
Lie la lie…
Now I’m standing here before you,
And thinking of my home, going home,
But I keep hearing this whisper and its leading me,
Says I’m home, already home.
In the clearing stands a Baron,
And a fighter by his trade,
And he serves as a reminder,
Of ever blow that struck him down,
Or cut him ‘til he cried out,
In his anger and his pain,
I am leaving, I am leaving,
But my spirit still remains.
Lie la lie…