A humble boy who spent his days in dirt with rusty tools

　　Then a pilgrim, then a slave, a friend of thieves, and fools

　　a pirate or a prisoner, a hero or a knight

　　a sorcerer, a dragon slayer, somewhere out of sight

　　A wanderer, a lonely mercenary with a sword

　　a husband and a father with an empire his reward

　　a stowaway upon a ship, an outlaw, rich and poor

　　all he`d won and lost behind him, every friend and war

　　Following his friend`s advice, he travelled fast by night

　　sleeping in the woods and staying safely out of sight

　　being careful not to spend too much time in one place

　　almost every town had wanted posters of his face

　　It took him many months of travel to escape his past

　　the influence of his old empire`s rise and fall was vast

　　he spent more time in forests as he travelled further on

　　hunting for the food he ate when all his stores were gone

　　One evening he grew tired while climbing up a grassy hill

　　and as he looked around he felt the winter`s icy chill

　　but when he stood atop the hill and saw no town in sightStolen story; please report.

　　he couldn`t bring himself to walk another step that night

　　He didn`t understand why he began to gather wood

　　such a thing would never do a hero any good

　　but after several days had passed the shelter grew in size

　　a place he wished to live in had appeared before his eyes

　　He cut the biggest straightest trees he found and laid them down

　　and built a cabin finer than a home in any town

　　he realised he`d made himself some tools to work with stone

　　and in a patch of land he cleared, some seeds were sown

　　He never wondered why he couldn`t leave his little hill

　　whether he was there by choice or there against his will

　　his little garden gave him more than he could eat alone

　　slowly he forgot the hunger that he`d always known

　　A year then passed the humble pilgrim by without a fight

　　working through the day and sleeping almost every night

　　fixing up his little house to suit his every need

　　enemy of nothing but the average garden weed

　　Hunted game and berry bushes, rivers full of fish

　　the world around the settler granted every single wish

　　little time available for dwelling on the past

　　his every hour was occupied, by hobbies he`d amassed

　　Long ago he`d carved his son a little wooden mouse

　　he made another like it just to decorate his house

　　sewing curtains, metal working, polishing his tools

　　making pots and pans to cook with, tables, carts, and stools

　　Sometimes he would wonder where his wife and children live

　　hoping they`d remember him, if ever they`d forgive

　　he`d left them with a fortune for to buy a happy life

　　and it would be a sin to worry for so strong a wife

　　Even with his strength returning slowly day by day

　　his wife was probably much stronger than him anyway

　　his magic felt like something broken deep inside his soul

　　something that was twisted and would never more be whole

　　They were better off away from such a hopeless man

　　staying far away from him, would be the safer plan

　　and though his life without his wife and sons felt incomplete

　　the only way to keep them safe would be to never meet

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