Beneath every twinkling star
Robed in light
There always is one or more scars
From inescapable bites

His journey started from the quicksand
Where survival than success was what
mattered
Where all kids were born upon the bed of
thorns
And welcomed into life by Inheritance's
repulsive and scornful tongue
Where hope every single second turned
dimmer in dearth
And the best conversation was 'bout the
remorse of birth
Where conquering strife was a pie in the
sky
'Cause wings into the sands were trapped,
no 'ttempt to fly

But whilst he struggled
More scars upon his soul was scribbled
He had a dream
Like peers and men before him
Hated by his clan
His scream to the skies for help got a ban
He was mocked, neglected and rejected
Yet drew he his sword
Brandished determinedly against the giant
disadvantage
He saw, fought and conquered
Battle was fierce, life endangered
But giving up he knew, was the greatest of
all danger
Pour us another cup of Lanson
Let's toast to the courageous life of a
legend
Him we celebrate
A lodestar he is today
"I wanna be like him," every kid would say
Yes, him use we to navigate
His light is clear
The scar's still there
For beneath every twinkling star robed in
light
There always is one or more scars from
inescapable bites
'Though pasts are scarred
Stars are bright

Nice one.. I can relate