When will 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.