I Am the Warrior
In a time when the oceans drank up the land
and kings ruled the earth by the warriors hands
The souls of millions embellished the battle
Minions in armor mounted and saddled
Death came swiftly with the swing of the blade
Children forged in blood the way real men were made
Weakness and fear were trampled into the ground
and the clashing of steel overtook the battle cry sounds
but as time goes on needless to say
the warrior is no longer needed today
I see only cowards being portrayed
Vessels without honor where emptiness strays
The definition of man has changed completely indeed
but the warrior remains the last of my breed
The warrior remains........... remains in me
I am the warrior
Copyright © John Castro | Year Posted 2011
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