Paved was his road with the golden bricks to the glory and to the fame. Yesterday's hero sits quiet and low. Promises of future lies shattered like broken gla**. Lonley 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 pa**ing by. Prince of misfortunate fate is he. Enduring poverty's yoke with a bitter sigh. A beggar hero he is. Once a brave captain and 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.