The king returns
Crusades are won
Dragons slain
Back number one
With one eye open
Expecting more
Not trusting peace
Expecting war
Too, too much
This little plot
On which we planned
On which we fought.
Rebuild, repair
Resolve prepare
Reclaim, retake
Redeem mistake
Remember the dead
The life and lives
The blood that was shed
The twisting knives
Digging out and digging in
I stand erect
Begin again
For all my wandering
Scars and prizes
No more wondering
No more crisis
It's not a homecoming
No fanfare please
There is no triumph
No laurel leaves
Time to live
Time to breathe
Time to love
Time to believe.
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