To my parents

I was wandering alone
thinking of my sweet home
For what is worth in this life
if not the peace of mind
What is worth in this game
today
If not for you is it wise
to make all this sacrifice
and live and die like stones
each day

If God gives me his wand
I would conquer this land
and gift it to my parents and say
that I love you from the depths
of the bottom of my heart
and there’s never that I could repay
for all the effort that you poured
in my progress and growth
How you nurtured me in the shadow zone of pain

Oh how when ungenerous men
half human, half satan,
would have crushed me before you made me a lion.
And now that nasty mob
stands in fear of my face
which bows before your feet each day.
With the iron you have cast
in my soul and mind and heart,
I can conquer seven oceans any day.
So as I think of my home,
by the midnight hearth that smokes,
there is nothing further that I’d say.