Warrior

“Are you a Warrior?” I was asked in the in the quiet solitude of day And I wondered long into the night What does a Warrior make? If by a Warrior you mean One who always tries to do the right thing Even when doing what is right tears my heart in two One who does the right thing just because it is . . . If by a Warrior you mean Someone who always makes time to listen Who brings you a smile when you least expect it Who laughs with you everyday, today, just like yesterday And cries a flood of tears so yours do not fall alone If by a Warrior you mean One who stands up for those in need Who fights for those who cannot, or will not One who turns the other cheek in the face of rage, hatred and bigotry Walks away when my blood screams out injustice! And a fist is all it seems I have left to choose Because walking away is the right choice . . . If by a Warrior you mean Someone who will always be there for you Always tries to move Heaven and Hell to keep his promises to you Someone whose soul withers and screams when I cannot, have not Supports you when you are wrong because that is when you need it the most If by a Warrior you mean A person of honour, of compassion, faith and humility Someone of strength, trust, of love and respect Someone of ethics and integrity and the will to live buy them The courage to fight for your dreams and . . . and to fight for my own Someone who will always apologise and say I am so, so very sorry I hurt you If by a Warrior you mean all of these things Then all I can say to you it this, just this, only this . . . I do not know if I am a Warrior But I want to be . . .