The age of Heroes has gone by
The shining armour’s tarnished
Dragons are nowhere to be found
And the Damsel is a Duke.
Values weak and morals loose
Vulgarity becomes the norm
People fight over silly names
And kill for a pair of shoes.
Now just sit back and take in stock
Of frightening pictures painted
We can escape to distant fires
A place to live again.
Where grass is green and never smoked
Where men are strong and women true
This is a place to rest your brow
This valley of my dreams.