I am not the hero you want, I am a protagonist who always dies before I talk with stars sometimes I fly To the moon and return where I don't live, I am a taste with no shade I am a kite with no thread I've a taste of peace and woods Where only naked lives and nothing to unfold no custom required, I think I belong to that place Where chirping of birds, stillness of woods Brings ecstasy of mind and cheerfulness to soul; I miss those places where only for a second, I believed that it is what I have been finding since my creation, But you my love need a courtier Who do paint with words of praise And make a melody of your tune And talk about your green eyes till noon; But I my love lack those ornament To woo someone by false treatment So for your betterment I should quit For you princes are waiting in pile For you miser's jest are in exile; Dawn is for you, let me wave in dark Let me fight till no more battle left Let me wait till my tangled thought rest Let me go to me, where I am the best.