The Unicorn

You see me now alone on the hill
A figure like that of stone
All the magic that I once possessed
Away with the wind has blown

Chased by man for many years
For reasons unknown to me
Harm I caused to not a one
All I ask is to be free

Free from endless arrows
Whose scars will still remain
Free to roam the Earth with pride
Free from fear, free from pain

I'd give anything I have to achieve this freedom
Even this horn on my head
But I know that this freedom will only come
When I fall to the earth, dead

Perhaps it is because I'm different
Unique among the Earth
Perhaps it is the twisted horn
That is the source of all my worth

I'm growing tired, I am so weak
I do not wish to run
So before I die I'll grant a wish
Be careful, for you get but one