Crusade

I rest my hand, upon golden sand My glittering sword In faith, it has been forged for the cross of St George Jewelled rapier and soft silk, the men I fight, is of that ilk They do not see the light This battle of idealogical will I have had my fill For, the paths ,so wide, a bitter divide For one side must fall, to end it all But the enemy never does rest, spreading it's poison, far in to the West For this crusade for St George We cannot fade, weapons to forge For we must rise, defend the faith and the wise Go to meet, sit at our gods feet Now this winged sword I fly deep in to the night Puts the enemy to flight They never give up the fight, for they try and try I sometimes wonder why when I rest my hand on soft golden sand I hear my heart cry That I have seen this all before in another time another war Our lessons never learned Our enemy never turned Our houses burned Our entreaties never returned For, if we must, send our ideological enemies, back to sand and dust This is not the only way but our enemies are eager for the fray My chain mail has become chain gun This battle,far from won We must not fail, for our time is not yet done I sometimes wonder why as I rest my hand , upon golden sand at this idealogical blunder For there are no winners, only the dead at the battle for the sinners Only war, No peace,no law The enemy will never be enticed in to the world of Christ I sometimes wonder why as I lay my hand on this golden sand Stifle a cry, Is this why we cannot rest in the battle between East and West