Ringin’, are the sounds of glory
Thumpin’, is the heart slowly
The vagabond, the last one
Has everyone stunned,
Arriving from an unknown place
He won hearts with a remarkable grace
He faced a million men
Without any fear, a single weapon
His pen
Lexis of peace strangled the hostility
Every soul that read, every that heard
Went into a possessed serenity
A conspiracy transpired
Threatened this mood
A family massacred
This merchant’s life doomed
His heart bled, his writing shuddered
He wondered not the pen, but a sword
Slaying the scandalous, bring order to this world
A war raged, between the heart and the mind
He moved toward the war field
Like a man haunted, only to find
A little orphan, weeping
Besieged by the tears
He conceded and used his weapon
The merchant of peace inscribed love
With his own blood
Triumph was his
And today
Ringin’ are the sounds of glory
Thumpin, is my heart slowly
To him, i owe my identity
I, the orphan, continue his legacy.
