Terence

Morning after morning

Day by day I rise

Unfulfilled by glory

With weary noble eyes

Endless lines of people

Whom I have to greet

Shoes that never fit me

Pinching tired feet

I'm only thirteen years old

The son of a duke

The son of the cousin to the King

I'm only thirteen years old

Overlooked

Hearing endless queries, sealing envelopes with the royal ring

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Morning after morning

I rise before the dawn

Stretch my arms above me

Squinting as I yawn

Make my way into the woods

Before the sun can rise

Greeting birds and rocks and trees

Wearing a disguise

I'm only thirteen years old

The son of a duke

The son of the cousin to the King

I'm only thirteen years old

Overlooked

But I know what I want

I want to sing

Humming I make my way towards Grovetown

Where everybody normally would bow

How my dad would gasp to see me in Grovetown

How he would chastise me if he could see me now

Singing with the people

Singing common song

Like "The Lad Who Killed the Captain"

And "The Green Pirate" all along

The road that people work on

All along the road where no one knows me

No one knows who I am

But they're the only ones who know who I am