What I would do for a day free of all that does restrict me,
that I had a future shaped only by my own hand.
That prophecy and fate left me alone.
I would that I could fly like the noble eagle and leave mortal life behind.
Nothing but feathers and whispers on the wind of my presence.
But I am ground by weighted words spoken before I was born,
by the expectations of society and those close to me.
Yet who really knows me for what I am,
a scared little boy who only wants someone to hold me, to love me.
I walk to battle now calm and composed for all to see,
but inside I tremble and speak in but a whisper...
"I don't want to die..."
I raise my wand
I speak not a spell
I am dying and I take him with me,
and the crowd all cheers.
Nobody cares for me.