My story sold by thousands of words
My sword by my side and clothes on my back
A stroke could end me
A fire could burn me
Would they know?
Would they find me?
Would they even remember me?
I always knew I was alone
A lone fighter in this world
It's just me and my sword
I am alone fighting my battles
I am a lone fighter in this war
I am forgotten but not lost
But still I'm forgotten
Would they know if I had given up?
But I'm always just forgotten
