He was not destined to be bowed
Though circumstance spat in his face
Yet thoughts like butterflies explode

Born of gypsies on the road
Raised by parents loathe and base
He was not destined to be bowed

His mind, it took the heavy load
Fix't on him, he knew his case
Yet thoughts like butterflies explode

Old he grew, old, he slowed
Set to acquiesce with grace
He was not destined to be bowed

Ever day saw him erode
His body soon would lose the race
Yet thoughts like butterflies explode

Of noble heart, he was bestowed
In gasps, he sought his resting place
He was not destined to be bowed
Yet thoughts like butterflies explode