In the dim light
You demand a fight
"Draw your sword"
My enemy roared
I turn my back
A weapon I lack
Years pass on by
The world crumbles from his lies
I write what I see
Maybe one day I'll be free
Paper and pen
Again and again
Soon he'll be searching
I see the vultures perching
I hear him at my door
I can't hide any more
He draws his sword one last time
But I still lack mine
I pull out my pen that taught me so many lessons
Then I realize that has always been my weapon