Fame

Give me an antidote for this thirst, Left alone with the ink beside my bed/ I rise to the epic point of my past, with the best of courage in a little while/ Stood with me was pride, at the dinner in a lonesome place/ The was a time not so long ago, when all I had was piece of cloth, and a floor to rest my broken bones/ My friends were a mind that never stopped dreaming, and a heart that remained believing/ Hope was a desert, and my meal was hard work/ I still see that journey/ Far ahead was the finished line, but the distance as it seem was within my reach/ I still hear those voices telling me I'd better hurry, for the sun dims early/ I still hold this promise that the sky was my limit, They never mention the risk I took, the pains I felt, the way I lead or the path I chose/ All that's left with me, is a face of manliness with the story never told about my fame.