a treasured golden horn
now locked safe behind glass
once commanded all the troops
an army from the past
it blows high it blows low
and its sound reverberates
it finds a lonely soul
and so deeply resonates
This lad was taken prisoner
and thought his life be spared
He thought himself so innocent
And thus he so declared
But his captor saw it different
And his plea it went ignored
He was a soldier like the rest
and his song it was his sword
With his melodies he'd given
More than he could afford
He was just a prisoner
But his song it was a sword
it blows high it blows low
and its sound reverberates
it finds a lonely soul
and so deeply resonates
(repeat)
The soldier he sings now
"I've given all I had
I'll sing now to the heavens
And in my final song be glad"
it blows high it blows low
and its sound reverberates
it has found this lonely soul
and so deeply resonates
(repeat)
