My thoughts are echoed in the dark,
As I stumble towards the light,
This warrior has faltered but,
Still fights with all his might.

To vanquish foes of an evil lead,
And show the goodness inside,
Love my Sword, compassion my steed,
By my hand I'll turn the tide.

The battle's won, the war is not,
But I know that I'll get by,
So I sit and think, about the war,
And I have to wonder.. ''Why?''.