I was told
Of the trial of Morgen from Singapore
A lovelorn soul
Who thought that his worth was
As valuable as fool's gold
I endeavor here and now
Before the tribunal
To make an earnest and heartfelt
Rebuttal.
A man that has a dry sense of humor
Yet a friend and a hero to the letter
Knowledgeable about the dark and the light
A man who's only error is not to know when he is actually right.
Why should he be called here thus
In so sharp a manner
When all he's guilty of
Is the need for love
To be sure 'tis a need we all have
Instilled in us by the one above...
Foul I cry on this tribunal to mock a man's
Pained heart
What!!! Contempt of court you say?
Ha! So what if the maidens flock to his side?
You only wish you'd thought of that before....!
Against such there is no law
And here and now I declare that Morgen of Singapore is free,
Free from the demons that did haunt his mind, Free because he's got Friends
Of every kind
And love that surrounds him on every side
Such as this tribunal would never decide
This man's destiny
For it is still being woven...
Just wait and see.