Her warrior’s soul has seen
A hundred wars
Lost in stalemate with no resolution.
A hundred lies
Shroud the truth and honour persecution.
Her warrior’s soul has heard
So many torments
Suffered by the weak, with hope extracted.
So many children
Cry in hunger while the world’s distracted,
Her warrior soul has fought
A thousand foes
Who fail to honour truth or pay the price.
A thousand causes
Raised to stem the flow of sacrifice
Her warrior’s soul has walked
Too many miles
She seeks the shadowed mist to pass the helm.
Too many lives
The spirits call her to the blessed realm.
Her warrior’s soul will hold
A single star
To guide her to the path that calls her fate.
A single wish
To see this world reborn and free of hate.
Copyright © Karen Neary | Year Posted 2008
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