Tumbling down the path I've chosen
The light at my back and my wings towards the stars
who is to say Ive mistaken my calling
when I still question the fact that I've come quite so far

Even in the shadow of death's sweet embrace
when all bonds are broken and some shout "disgrace"
I laugh at the nearsight of those who'd disown me
The life within me will refuse to be erased

All of those children, so weaned on thick lies
that dare not even touch me, nor look in my eyes
I wonder what spite they think I may harbor
When I could care less what they do with their lives

I am who I was born to be, myself and no other
and those I call friends know where my loyalties rest
When one can embrace me and think of me as a brother
would I even want a heart to beat in my breast?

But my passions still beat, they've a life of their own
And I'll follow them through be it to grave or to throne
That those who show love to one who gave up his pained past
Remember that young Duke who gave it all till his last

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Haernos, in the year 172 MA.