The 100 Year War

The 100 Year War I rise Mighty and strong Armor plated and ready for battle I shall behead the infidel I shall conquer the evil doers I am a warrior Both great and bad I am a warrior, and I am sad Tears fall upon my sword I know not why This great warrior why do I cry? I can battle an army and rise the victor Yet I can not rise out of me bed I am sad and lethargic I am weak in the knee I am depressed To much sadness in me Lovers a plenty Conquered lands and treasures I have it all Yet the sadness invades The depths of me soul I give my heart to all that I love I feed the poor From the spoils of my wars Yet here I am, I think a kind soul Burdened in darkness Depression is my hole My love I know this seems bizarre You have all you wish, a rising star A Black Knight with honors flying high To you I say forgive me please For battles you never shall see I lie down In our garden of roses Thorns to make me feel more than I do For the darkness robs us both For me to feel you Good by my love Notes: Anyone for has suffered depression, knows that a 100 year war is nothing compared to battling depression.