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So here I sit, so full of pride,
For what I am, I cannot hide,
So tall and proud, I am, I can,
For without a doubt, I am the man.
Few my betters, none my best,
None I reckon, above my test.

So why do I feel so all alone,
Eternal solitude all I’ve known,
Deeper I get within my mind,
In my pen, my sorrow is all I find.

Oh bask do I in mine own joy,
To myself why would I lie,
Great things I’ve done, seen and said,
For the many I have led,
Through stormy skies and blackened nights,
In mine eye I am the light.

Yet pen in hand, here I sit,
All alone I do not fit,
The written word my one true friend,
A Silent Tear, that will not end.