A/N: The weird thing is, I don't even like Anakin very much. But sometimes these filks just come to you...


I was once a Jedi, and my story must be told,
I have squandered all my chances
On the promise of a Sith Lord known as Sidious.
All lies and jest,
Still, a man he hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest.

When I left my home and my family, I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers,
In the cabin of a starship bound for Coruscant.
Only ten,
Thinking back to my poor mother, stuck in Watto's sleazy den,
Dreaming of the day I'd see her once again.

Lie-la-lie…

Under Obi-Wan's direction I start training for the Trials,
But I get no credit,
Just an endless stream of lectures on my weaknesses.
I do declare,
There were times when I felt so wretched
I looked for praise elsewhere.

Lie-la-lie…

Now I'm laying on my breathing mask, and wishing I was gone
Going home,
With my wife and newborn children there to welcome me,
Welcome me,
Going home…

On the Death Star stands a Sith Lord, and a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every blow that laid him down
And cut him till he cried out, in his anger and his pain,
"I am beaten, I am beaten, but the fighter still remains."

Lie-la-lie…