Far away in a lonely land
Once lived a child whose life you could not understand
He never did once see another man
For he was the ruler of the lonely land
He was sung about in epics and odes
But no one really knew which road
The young ruler would follow
Deep down inside, in his sorrow, the child would wallow
He had no one to call his own
It seemed he’d be forever alone
His life was unknown
Until one day, he found a stone
Yes, a stone! ‘Twas a stone he found in the terrace!
“It’s just a stone,” his mother had told him (she had once been an heiress)
But he knew different. But he didn’t want to embarrass
His fanciful mother, who seemed very careless
So, the little boy would hide in his room
Where his imagination began to bloom
It took him to great heights, from which he would zoom
Around and around, it something new
Everyday this stone gave the boy company
Until suddenly
One day, the boy could no longer hide in his room, unluckily
He was taken from his mother’s custody
From which he realized
The lonely land he had idealized
….
Was a dream.
Never again to be seen.
Older and older, he grew
And the wind still blew
But in his heart he knew
His fantasy land would come back soon
And one day, it did
Along his life had slid
He was no longer a kid
And so long, we bid
For the ruler of the lonely land was gone
His last breath drawn
We wept and cried
But we could not save the lovely story teller who had died.
