A nobalman rode into a town one day
A wealthy man with power approched a nobalman
The nobalman looked at the wealthy man and turned away
The nobalman turned to the townspeople instead
In your strenth we place ourselves in your hands
Into a poverty stricken, troubled town rode he
Searching for a nobal cause that may come his way
To find his purpose in life and his destiny
He offered the nobalman a cause with good pay
Come he said, take my offer and my coins
And be my slave today
The townspeople found the nobalmans virture was strong
He would not sell his soul for any status or good pay
For in his heart and mind he knew it was wrong
And spoke to the people who are very much like you and me
Not wealth, stature or power can ever buy my soul
For I am a nobalman, faithful, strong, true and free
To march to the drum beat of our own destiny
We will join your cause and nobal fighting band
To set our people free from this poverty and tyranny.
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