The Surf.
In beggars lane I born a surf,
And knowledge I a King of worth,
Not known by me for father kept,
This secret safe, this secret slept,
That I to live in poor estate,
With vagabonds and thieves relate,
To live a life of poor renown,
To ragged be with ragged gown,
Yet forces then unknown to me,
When I a man, would be set free,
For Kingdom then hath need of me,
To fight their plight and their King be,
Twas on the night of winters call,
That I ordained! With Kingly shawl,
And crown upon my head so laid,
Their saviour I was so then made,
The sword of truth laid in my hands,
That heart of me to its command,
To slay the evil in its wake,
And truth to free for mans own sake!
To go then hence and battles wage,
To fight with heart, and evil cage,
To swathe this land in harmony,
My heart to fight, their bonds to free!
Copyright © Keith Drew | Year Posted 2006
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