I look back down the endless hills
our home has disappeared
so far into the distance
that I cannot see my way back.

It was safe there
with you by my side
nursing my wounds
cleaning my armor.

You used to look so sad
knowing I must go to fight
for something you did not understand
those things men do.

And now I am dying
in a place I do not know
only the memory of your face
to comfort as I fall.

Why did I leave you
to tilt at windmills
to prove my bravery
when the real strength
was in the love to stay.