Paved was his road with the golden bricks
to the glory and to the fame.
Yesterday's hero sits quiet and low.
Promises of future lies shattered like broken gla**.
Lonley and crippled roaming in
gutters like a shadow of his past.
Reminiscing along nostalgia's lane.
Telling the children stories is his only joy.
Shyly sneaking through crowds
almost unnoticed pa**ing by.
Prince of misfortunate fate is he.
Enduring poverty's yoke
with a bitter sigh.
A beggar hero he is.
Once a brave captain and now but a
fallen knight of misery and pain.
Starving through days and freezing through nights.
Seeing the young soldiers walk by with a mocking smile.