Tucked under a staircase and hidden away
No knowledge of power accompanied by fame
A lightning bolt scar from he who shall not be named
Broken black glasses, a handful of coins
Determined to prove being good is a choice

Hair dark as tar but the light in his heart remains
The boy who lived only to die
Come to give his final fight
Nobody there by his side
To save him this time

The boy who cheated death with love
That stays embedded in his blood
He's done it once is that enough
Has the boy who lived given up

Disguised by the dark wielding the kiss of death
Ordered to take away his final breath
The past is no match for the pain that still lies ahead
3 deathly hallows need not be possessed
For deals with the grim lead to consequences
Cloaking the truth won't make it hurt any less