What forgotten prince of old
Shall rule these once-sought halls of gold?
What eyes shall see, what ears shall hear,
What tongue shall savor the ale and beer?
Whose masterful boast shall adorn the feast?
Not the prince of old who fell to the beast.
What forgotten prince of old
Shall his own son so stingingly scold?
What voice shall rise, what brows shall frown,
But smile when the child's mother is not around?
Who shall say the most yet speak the least?
Not the prince of old who fell to the beast.
What forgotten prince of old
Shall comfort his princess on nights so cold?
What bow shall ring, what sword shall sound,
What voice shall bring his enemies down?
What man shall defend his princedoms east?
Not the prince of old who fell to the beast.
What forgotten prince of old
Shall his father's honor so brilliantly uphold?
What head shall bow, what knee will bend,
Whose mind shall his enemies apprehend?
What man will at no measure and matter cease?
Not the prince of old who fell to the beast.
What forgotten prince of old
Shall march so proud, so strong, so bold?
What flags shall fly, what trumpets blare
What fingers shall rake through windswept hair?
Who will ride with his armies like the desert breeze?
Not the prince of old who fell to the beast.
The prince of old, never forgotten
His wife and son with sorrow besotten
What voices will wail, what eyes will weep
What widow will wake from fitful sleep?
What man will tell tales of dragon and elf?
Not I, my friends, who fell to myself.
Shall rule these once-sought halls of gold?
What eyes shall see, what ears shall hear,
What tongue shall savor the ale and beer?
Whose masterful boast shall adorn the feast?
Not the prince of old who fell to the beast.
What forgotten prince of old
Shall his own son so stingingly scold?
What voice shall rise, what brows shall frown,
But smile when the child's mother is not around?
Who shall say the most yet speak the least?
Not the prince of old who fell to the beast.
What forgotten prince of old
Shall comfort his princess on nights so cold?
What bow shall ring, what sword shall sound,
What voice shall bring his enemies down?
What man shall defend his princedoms east?
Not the prince of old who fell to the beast.
What forgotten prince of old
Shall his father's honor so brilliantly uphold?
What head shall bow, what knee will bend,
Whose mind shall his enemies apprehend?
What man will at no measure and matter cease?
Not the prince of old who fell to the beast.
What forgotten prince of old
Shall march so proud, so strong, so bold?
What flags shall fly, what trumpets blare
What fingers shall rake through windswept hair?
Who will ride with his armies like the desert breeze?
Not the prince of old who fell to the beast.
The prince of old, never forgotten
His wife and son with sorrow besotten
What voices will wail, what eyes will weep
What widow will wake from fitful sleep?
What man will tell tales of dragon and elf?
Not I, my friends, who fell to myself.
"Tonight, I won't be alone
But you know that don't mean I'm not lonely
I got nothing to prove for it's you
That I'd die to defend..."
-Bed of Roses, Bon Jovi
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"Tonight, I won't be alone
But you know that don't mean I'm not lonely
I got nothing to prove for it's you
That I'd die to defend..."
-Bed of Roses, Bon Jovi
