I think about your dirty past
It’s hard to see with a naked eye,
instead, I see benevolence
You made your living as a thief
scorned and feared by the rest
but even thieves are professionals
You paid a lot to learn what’s right
you killed and fought but still survived
and all the stains have now washed away
You may not ever gain respect
your reputation’s come to stay
you need a new place, another name
Don’t accept your fate
there is no one who can stop you
it’s up to you
I’m waiting for a letter from a distant land
How far you’ve gone
How far?