There sits a man in a battlefield ward
No weapon, No armour
He no longer depends on his sword
Faces surround, injured they return
Dependent on fighting
Pain so familiar he watches them gurn
In this world he doesn’t belong
Broken souls, Jumbled minds
His heart sings a different song
Peaceful, Defiant, His aura is clear
His hand always outstretched
To pull those in need out of the fear
His troubled past littered with pain
Lost many a battle
Addiction and heartache, so much to maintain
He just needs a crutch to get up off that chair
He’s at one with the world
But life’s not always fair
Dear boy you just need a place to start
Have no fear young warrior you’ll find your way
For when you’ve lost your mind, and fallen into your heart
Defiantly say
Today will be a good day
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