The creaking of the boards on the weathered bow The daily repetition of tying knots A slip and tuck then pull it tight, muscle memory from a million times. Before the world awakes, he rigs his sail again Every day the same…. Simple as the scene begs to be Look a little closer and you will find A tattered black sail and a battered mast, leading him down a familiar path, Sieving silently the calm cold morning waves Every day the same…. A heavenly youth, the people's pride He's no more king than a fatherless child The solitary dive for broken bones, such A grim routine will likely take its toll Alone he rows back to shore. Nothing in the world's ever made him cry Even as a prisoner sent to die Yet the cycles of our lives have made him bear Experiences too awful to share And though on the outside he looks the same The peerless warrior is injured and lame There used to be a woman by his side Whose quiet little secret surely saved his life The snuffing out of the monsters groan, Gave proof for him of her worthy soul By a thread he did escape, and with her he sailed away, The people's hero once again. Cutting thru the seas at a sprinters pace Absorbing up the light off the Grecian waves The most handsome of all ships up to it's time, Pristine and unscathed throughout all this strife. But a long, long, route ahead would test it's worth again. Fleeting as they are the happy times The conquered enemies and the dearest loves. But accidental paths and Gods above Will steer the stories of every son And though today the grand meaning escapes Who am I to know who he or even I should be in the end?