Paved was his road with the golden bricks
To the glory and the fame
Yesterday's hero sits quiet and low
Promises of future lies shattered like broken glass

Lonely and crippled roaming in
Gutters like a shadow of his past
Reminiscing along nostalgia's lane
Telling the children stories is his only joy

Shyly sneaking through crowds
Almost unnoticed passing by
Prince of misfortunate fate is he
Enduring poverty's yoke
With a bitter sigh
A Beggar Hero he is

Once a brave captain now but a
Fallen knight of misery and pain
Starving through days and freezing through nights
Seeing the young soldiers walk by with a mocking smile