Terence

  Morning after morning

  Day by day I rise

  Unfulfilled by glory

  With weary noble eyes

  Endless lines of people

  Whom I have to greet

  Shoes that never fit me

  Pinching tired feet

  I'm only thirteen years old

  The son of a duke

  The son of the cousin to the King

  I'm only thirteen years old

  Overlooked

  Hearing endless queries, sealing envelopes with the royal ring

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  Morning after morning

  I rise before the dawn

  Stretch my arms above me

  Squinting as I yawn

  Make my way into the woods

  Before the sun can rise

  Greeting birds and rocks and trees

  Wearing a disguise

  I'm only thirteen years old

  The son of a duke

  The son of the cousin to the King

  I'm only thirteen years old

  Overlooked

  But I know what I want

  I want to sing

  Humming I make my way towards Grovetown

  Where everybody normally would bow

  How my dad would gasp to see me in Grovetown

  How he would chastise me if he could see me now

  Singing with the people

  Singing common song

  Like "The Lad Who Killed the Captain"

  And "The Green Pirate" all along

  The road that people work on

  All along the road where no one knows me

  No one knows who I am

  But they're the only ones who know who I am