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…
