The Grail Was Probably A Cup (Sir Percival)

[Verse 1] I left my home with muddy boots, a wooden sword, and borrowed truth, they told me I was born for signs, but I still get lost in crooked pines. I met a knight who spoke in flames, he asked me if I knew my name, I said “I think it’s something grand,” then dropped my shield into the sand. [Pre-Chorus] They said the world would call my name, like thunder rolling through the rain, but all I hear is footsteps near, and people asking why I’m here. [Chorus] And I swear I’m trying, I really am, to be the hero that they planned, but castles look the same at night, and every road feels almost right. I thought the Grail was something gold, a cup to hold when nights get cold, but maybe it’s just what they say, when no one knows the way. [Verse 2] A lady smiled and gave me clues, I nodded like I understood, she spoke in riddles soft and deep, I wrote them down but couldn’t keep. A king once asked me what I seek, I said “a dream, but it won’t speak,” he looked at me like I was near, to something I don’t see quite clear. [Pre-Chorus] They say the path is sharp and bright, but I just follow fading light, and every step I take alone, feels like I’m walking back home. [Chorus] And I swear I’m trying, I really am, to be the hero that they planned, but legends sound much better told, than lived out in the cold. I thought the Grail was something grand, a shining proof I’d understand, but maybe it’s just what they say, when no one knows the way. [Bridge] Maybe I’m not the chosen one, just someone walking toward the sun, confusing shadows for a sign, and calling doubt a grand design. [Final Chorus] And I’m still trying, I really am, to be the hero that they planned, but maybe truth is something small, that never needed me at all. I thought the Grail was something true, but maybe it was never due, just stories told to pass the day, to make the wandering feel okay.