Riding on the burnt horizon is a yellow knight
Looking fierce and with the masses' might
Captain of the army, swift like a blown kite
Riding down the valley you leave us with no light
Striking our hearts like a lost fight
How do we stand out whiles we cry out
We wish we could reach out and scream out
But your walk out has burnt our candles out
Logging out whiles we awaited your return to the ring for another knock out
Our eyes are reddened because our yellow knight rode out
With teary eyes we waited for you to step out
Now, royals cry royal tears
Only Kings understand royal fears
For we wear royal hearts for a royal brother bearing royal scars
Our chest bears royal marks scribbled with golden bars
Dripping with the blood of a brother
With honour we do salute a fallen sceptre
With dirt in our hairs we reminisce an unforgotten hero
These words were written with love and pain
As we await the heavenly rain that spells your name
STANDING OUT as the royal knight with a saint's mane.
REST IN PEACE T-BAGG, we shall meet again.
