I guess I'd be a hero with sword and armor clashing,
looking semi dashing, a shield within my grip.
Or else, I'd be a Viking and live a life of derring,
While smelling like a herring. Upon a Viking ship I'd sail away.
I'd see the world, I'd reach the farthest reaches.
I'd feel the wind, I'd taste the salt and sea and maybe storm some beaches.
That's who I'd be. That's who I'd be.
Or I could be a poet and write a different story,
One that tells of glory and wipes away the lies.
Into to the skies I'd throw it. The stars would do the telling,
the moon would help with spelling, and night would dot the “i's.”
I'd write a verse, recite a joke with wit and perfect timing.
I'd share my heart, confess the things I yearn, and do it all while rhyming.
But we all learn. But we all learn.
An ogre always hides. An ogre's fate is known.
An ogre always stays in the dark and all alone.
So yes, I'd be a hero. And if my wish were granted,
life would be enchanted, or so the stories say.
Of course I'd be a hero, and I would scale a tower
to save a hothouse flower, and carry her away.
But standing guard would be a beast. I'd somehow overwhelm it.
I'd get the girl, I'd take a breath, and I'd remove my helmet.
We'd stand and stare. We'd speak of love. We'd feel the stars ascending.
We'd share a kiss, I'd find my destiny.
I'd have a hero's ending, a perfect happy ending.
That's how it would be, a big bright beautiful world. But not for me.
An ogre always hides. An ogre’s fate is known.
An ogre always stays in the dark. All Alone.
You’re all alone.
And I know he’ll appear’ cause there are rules and there are strictures.
So yes I'll be a hero, and if my wish were granted, life would be enchanted, or so the stories say.
All alone.
I believe the storybooks I read by candlelight.
Of course, I'd be a hero, and I would scale a tower to save a hothouse flower and carry her away.
A perfect happy ending, that's how it. should be.