I dare not cross the boundary line
So fair the cost yet not the fine
That takes the toll on all man- kind
As to be pulling taught the rapines knot
That's not the prize for why we fought
For what is right when left has naught
The will to turn back from fates designed
As destiny is ill equipped to leave behind
Any trace of wha it might well divine

So I steer my steed with sudden need
And engage my rage to reckless speed
To race the wind without the need
to persevere against all forces that impeed
I thought it best to take a rest for I confessed
To myself a fear my humanity has regressed
A restlessness pervades as I wander this wilderness
Urging my return to full concern so now I hear the war cries...
                       ...long before I top the crest!