My thoughts lead me astray
As I am pretending to see the future
Outside a world I didn't make.
Of course I'm thinking about Alexandria,
A kingdom far miles away
From this wreckage known as Burmecia,
Land of Eternal Sorrow.
It's not my fault I was born here
In a land built by the downtrodden
When I could be like the brave men
Who sail by the sea.
Every man wants to find success
Like the knights of old times,
Who reached for their goals
And disappeared into the mist
To be never seen again.
