Born In Bedlum

I was born in Bedlum one stormy night,
Raised by the insane swept of wind,
I was destined to be a hero,
But en route to life I met up with death,

I looked high and low for destiny alone,
I loved the look in God's eyes,
I loved to speak to the twinkling stars,
But they took love and bartered it for pain,

I now live a lonely life,
Waiting for death to knock at my door,
And whoever I see, I say to them,
I was destined to be a hero,

They laugh at me, call me crazy,
Of course I say - I was born in Bedlum.