I was a islander. I was born upon Outset Isle on my birthday I wore green and all was normal for a while. I sailed with the Red King on the Great Sea to and fro. I made the wind to gust and bellow. Beneath the waves did I descend. A pirate princess did I defend.
I was a goat herder. In the fields I did ride. Where man and goat did collide. From place called Ordon to a realm of Twilight black. I traveled with an imp upon my back. As a wolf I ran far unbound. But I am still around. I'll always be around and around and around and around and around and around
I fly a Crimson Loftwing. Across the clouds far and wide. And when I reach the Surface side. I'll find a place to rest my spirit if I can. Perhaps, I may become a hero once again. Or I may simply be a single drop of rain. But I will remain. And I'll be back again and again and again and again and again and again