Limping

The sun just rose
and I am limping
dragging my weary legs
so slowly I am walking
after the night of fight

with you I've been fighting
you who called yourself Wisdom
the one who sees the unseen

the day is dawning
and I call you the one who hurts
the one who cuts with the sharpest knife

but then you ask my name
surely you know who I am
- they call me nobody
nobody is my name

no longer! you whisper
the prince you are
the blessed fighter
never the same again

the noon is coming
this new crown swings on my head
and the robe is already dusty
the road isn't easy
and I'm still limping
I guess for the rest of my days

just to remember who I am