A fiery passion boils in an internal furnace…
A snake coils and prepares to serve it’s purpose…

One man can only hold the burden so long…
Finally out of breath from humming his rueful song..

As the chilling notes pass his weary lips…
He gasps in one last breath of the dreary mist…

He drops the heavy burden from his bruised and broken shoulders…
Wipes away the blood and sweat, it’s the end for the soft spoken soldier…

He lies down to let time nurse his sore and infected wounds…
He can cry now and say goodbye to what they expected was his tomb…

But no matter what, along that road he never faded…
Carried that burden no matter whether he was loved or hated…

Held his head up and never fell when he stumbled…
They pushed him to the no end but he never crumbled…

He kept drawing the will from some unseen source…
He battled every challenge sent by some obscene force…

He faced a true test of humanity and showed an iron heart…
This is my goal… it’s what sets the antelope and lion apart…