Scipio

A mask you hide as a thief and as a boy

A theatre you own for orphans to enjoy

There's Mosca, Hornet, Riccio,

Prosper, and his little brother Bo

The things that you steal to give to the poor

How long will your mask hide your rich doors?

A father you have, he hates childish games

The Thief Lord – you hide behind the name

On the streets of Venice, where you live

What other love is there to give?

Secrets can be kept for only so long

Not only your father, your friends treat you wrong

Why don't they understand? Why don't they try?

They're children, you know they don't care why.

A job with big money and mystery wing

A haunted island with magical things.

A merry-go-round to make young and old

Who knew what truth a legend could hold

The Thief Lord, The Thief Lord, you are no more

An adult you become to help orphans poor

A happier future you see in tow.

Just remember you can't go back, Scipio