my day of glory come to me?
After all that I've done to help my friends,
It would be nice to be thanked for my trials.
How many times have I rescued them all?
How many times have I helped them flee?
How often have I thwarted Pester's plans?
I have lost count, and they don't know either.
And my words are lost as I cannot speak.
Perhaps they have trouble talking sometimes;
Perhaps they don't know how to say "Thank you."
But sometimes, I can see their gratitude.
I can see, in their eyes, that they're grateful.
So even if glory doesn't arrive,
I still have their friendship. And that's enough.