He fights with his heart;
It gives him his might.
He uses it to fight enemies,
All day and night.
He never sleeps.
He never eats.
He tries to go about daily life,
But he’s starting to feel the pain and strife.
Allies have jealousy,
Friends with contemptuous activity.
Beggars who won’t accept his money,
And strangers who leave him lonely.
He’s no longer one of them.
He’s changed in many ways.
He grew up;
He no longer lives in a haze.
He realizes it’s time to fight.
If he doesn’t make his advance
He will surely die,
So he attacks with drawn lance.
If he dies
He loses wife, children, and land.
But the odds are too great;
This will be the lonesome warrior’s last stand…
 
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