As he turned to go I could tell he was angry
But I would not back down from what I knew to be right
To ask him to choose between honor and duty;
To aid in my capture or abet in my flight
He knew of my plans, he knew I was leaving
and it offered him the choice to remain or to fly
To stay in the place where he knew all the answers
Or to face the unknown in the sky
He strode 'cross the grounds looking for isolation
Skipping stones on the lake to clear up his mind
He was lost in the dark and the choice laid before him
And whom to disappoint he could not decide
It was down by that lake that his father then found him
And they sat in the silence and brooded a while
At last, he said "Son, I know that she's leaving
And I know, too, you're thinking of going along
I remind you a man isn't judged by his orders
But the actions he takes and things he decides"
He looked at his blade as it flashed 'cross the moon
In that moment he knew what his future must be
No longer lost, he had made his decision
The freedom of choice had in turn made him free
(Counterpoint: Fly with me, forget the past. We can build the future
in steel and bra**)
He raised his father's sword and watched it gleam
The shadows on the moon made shapes
Of everything he'd ever dreamed
His anger washed away upon the wind
And left behind a sense of peace
Anticipation to begin
And when we met again we did not speak
He simply nodded yes to me
A day from now we would be free
Fly, fly with me.