He never had a chance,
To be someone else.
Proud they called him,
But he was something else.
Fate hadn't been kind,
You would find,
When seeing his life,
The one filled with strife.
Prince of a planet,
Servant to a destroyer,
Only second best,
Compared to another fighter.
Tried so hard,
To become the best,
Never realizing,
He was more valiant then the rest.
The things he saw,
The things he suffered,
The things he did,
The things he weathered.
He never had a chance,
To be the man he could have been,
And that he missed his chance,
Is truly a sin.
Forced to do the bidding,
Of a man he hated and sneered,
For when all was said and done,
It was this man alone he feared.
The planet he would rule,
His father's proud face that had been blind,
All snatches of memories,
That are in the back of his mind.
He had fought many battles,
Countless to tell,
But none were as large,
As the one when Vejita-sei fell.
What had he done wrong?
He had done all he had been told.
But his father was dead,
And it was only the beginning of so much that would unfold.
No, fate hadn't been kind,
You would find,
And the life he could have had-
.Oh, his story is so sad.