I cry in desperate need
As I fight these battles inside of me
These wars that never seem to end
A hopeless fight it seems to be

I am a warrior (A weak warrior)
Struck down, beaten up
But still desperately fighting
Bringing out the very last of my strength

To even last for a bit longer
Even if it lasts
Just for a bit
A tiny bit

I am a warrior (A weak warrior)
Without an army
But a sword in my hand
And a shield in the other

I cry in desperate need
For someone to fight with me
For this war can not be won
With one man to fight alone

Give me courage
To overcome my fear
Give me strength
For I grow weary, and tiresome

When days seems to grow dark
And my eyes can not see
Guide me
For I will be fighting blindly

Give me fire in my eyes
That burns deeply within
Fire that will never be put out
A fire that is ever growing

Provide me with allies
That will never turn their backs
Allies that hold the same fire
Infused within them

Sustain me with everything I need
Because I have vowed to myself
I will win this war for you
And only for you

Alas! Awaked again
Enough to send me tumbling down
Into what might be something familiar
Yet entirely new

Coming in
without permission
Controlling me
like a puppet to a puppet master

Taking pride in its reign
Towering high above my will
Like fire that never cease to grow

Though sometimes away
but not for good
Gone
But surely to come back

I sigh in confusion
Helpless in this happenstance
I'm human, yes
But it's the most annoying thing ever.

A young lad
with hopes and dreams
to venture into the unknown
was his own feat

To sail the high winds
and to conquer the raging seas
To see the sky change
and lights that paint the sky

A young lad he was
Brave, and daring
A lions heart he holds
because Adventure He Craved!

My God my God
What can I do?
To these broken hearts that surround me
What can I do?
To these saddened eyes I see

I can't stand doing nothing
Seeing tears run down their eyes
I can't stand doing nothing
When their days seem to grow dark and hazy  

I just want to put my arms around them
Telling them everything will be better than fine
Better than okay
But even that won't be enough

My God my God
What can I do?


My Son my Son
You need not do anything
But to stay and listen
To give Love, and to give Hope
Do what I say
You asked, and I have answered

You need not do anything
Just leave the rest to me.

Oh my
This foolish heart of mine
Dancing with fire

Oh my
This foolish heart of mine
Trapped in happenstance

Turning left and right wherever it wants to go
Under or over
In or out
Only to find itself captivated by what seems to be delicate
And beautiful
Deadly, but beautiful

What to do
What to do

Run it did, but only to return
Hide it did, but only to seek
Confused it was, confused I was!
Some sort of game is how I see it

Why have you run into such a captivating thing?
Beautiful
But deadly!

Thrown into madness!
Because deadly was something I loved
Deadly was something that made my heart come alive
Deadly was life.

To run, to hide, to turn back
These thoughts running in the back of my mind

This path I took
A seemingly endless road
Full of jagged rocks that pierce deeply into my skin
A road with darkness overshadowing each and every corner
Eyes bitter and cold peering out of the darkness

A road I walked with my naked feet
Blistered and wounded
With countless scars that covered my weak and fragile skin
I stumbled
I fell
I wept

Though each time I fell,
I heard a small, still voice
Small, but able
Able to give me new strength
Strength to run,
To walk a million miles more

Though each time I stumbled,
I am greeted by a hand that pulls me back up
A hand with great power
A hand that upholds my very being
Pushing me to go further
Pushing me to finish till the very end

Though each time I wept,
A light a thousand suns bright
Touches the surface of my skin
Its warmth enough to take all the tears away
Reminding me that in every darkness is a speck of light
A speck of light enough to overcome darkness
To over come grief

Strength, power, hope.

To Keep going
For in every journey
Is a destination
For in every hardship
Comes great triumph

This path I took
I still take
A seemingly endless road to no where
Seemingly...

Like concrete weighing down on my chest
Thorns that bind around the depths of my heart
Wounds that never seem to heal
Patched with seams that have grown old, and damp

When will this pain subside?

Each day a new heart is granted in my hands
To feel new energy surge through my veins
To keep myself going from the days rough road
But only to find a fractured heart at the end of every journey

What an imppossible feat!

To find a heart that never breaks
A heart so perfect
Unable to be stained by undesirables
A heart that never feels pain...

But what kind of heart would that be?

A heart that never learned to endure
A heart that knows no strength
A heart that does not understand the true meaning of triumph
A heart that does not understand...

I say to you

Never dwell in grief
Feeling downcast because of a few scars
For these are the marks of a true warrior
A soldier that endured
A fighter that fought a good fight

Never dwell in grief
Because at every journeys end comes a new beginning

And a new Heart.