I lived a life throughout this land, and with time, wisdom have I earned I'll try my best, this is my pledge, to share with you what I have learned with a growing strength and new found wisdom, surely I've become brighter out of somewhere then came this burning desire, to be this new type of fighter
Not with muscle or aggression, this is not an obsession, I would ever aspire but with pen and paper and the truth to shape her, to this could I ever admire discovering this power close at hand, knowing that it would finally afford an opportunity for me to persist, because the pen is mightier than the sword
You, my adversary, might steal my money or cause me some shame but know for sure, the words of my heart you would succeed only to inflame mustering the will with all my strength, to oppose you when you conspire but in the end the truth will be known, and the truth alone all will acquire
I have nurtured this dream since I was little, to find a way to bind to make my words and thoughts come alive, and of a singular kind so just plant this one thought in your mind, and never ever let it go only with paper, pen and writing again, can you ever expect to grow
A short poem and the power of the pen, you'll be captivated once again