I mastered all the Bard a-abilities. Perhaps a song would cheer your wounded soul?
An old man by the seashore at the end o' day, he gazes the horizon with sea winds in his face.
Tempests toss his island, seasons all the same, anchorage unpainted and a ship without a name.
Sea without a shore for the banished one unheard, he lights the beacon light at the end o' the world. Showing the way, lighting hope in their hearts; for once in they're travels from worlds afar.
This is the long forgotten light at the end of the world.
Horizon crying the tears he left behind so long ago.
The albatross is flying, making him daydream; the time before he became when all the world's a sea.
Princess in the tower, children in the fields, life gave him it all but now it's just another dream.
Now his love's a memory, ghosts in the fog. He sets his sails one last time to say farewell to the world. Anchor to the water, seabed far below, a smile beneath his frown.
An old man by the seashore at the end o' day, he gazes the horizon with sea winds in his face.
Tempests toss his island, seasons all the same, anchorage unpainted and a ship without a name.
Sea without a shore for the banished one unheard, he lights the beacon light at the end o' the world. Showing the way, lighting hope in their hearts; for once in they're travels from worlds afar.
This is the long forgotten light at the end of the world.
Horizon crying the tears he left behind so long ago.
The albatross is flying, making him daydream; the time before he became when all the world's a sea.
Princess in the tower, children in the fields, life gave him it all but now it's just another dream.
Now his love's a memory, ghosts in the fog. He sets his sails one last time to say farewell to the world. Anchor to the water, seabed far below, a smile beneath his frown.