Deep cavern in my eyes,
through tears and hatred filled lies
they have been with me all the way,
and shall die with me today.
Tis a battle I have long since fought
when there vision came to me,
they never showed me a peaceful outcome,
always pain and suffering would be brought
so I sit and wonder now, if its how its to be,
when in fact the pain I see, is deeply imbedded in me.
I know not were it is from,
or how it shall come to pass,
but as I said before, that in the end I see,
just more and more pain, crashing down on me.
then one day it seemed to change, for the battle we no longer had any need
and to a peaceful stream, I slowly lead my steed.
Its waters seemed so clear to me and all the rest,
but deep inside of me, I felt a strange kind of test
one the men wouldn’t see, for the test was just for me,
they stream they could enjoy, but to me it seemed a toy
for as a child I sat, and played the day away, playing with my toys, never having fear, that they day I would lose my toys, was slowly coming near.
Then the men came to my mother, and took me far away, my toys became weapons, my time spent on sword play
I slowly lost myself, in there world of malice and pain,
never did I see, my loss was always there gain
they sent us to the fields on horse or on our feet,
and then it was our job, to cut down all the wheat
the wheat was not a crop, every time it was our foe,
they cared not for there lives, nor did they care for ours, nor did we care for them when we were placed behind there bars
not of a cell I speak, for there tools must be kept sharp and clean,  not locked away in there shed,
for in the dark to long, and then we would be dead,
we needed light we needed air, for even slaves can breath,
but in the end they slaughtered us, when we were no longer of any need.
But some escaped, and then some fled, but the rest were left, and now are dead
our friends blood laid everywhere and each of us vowed, that we’d be back, we’d be strong,
so many days ago we made that vow, and very few returned,
for the vow vanished to them, for vengeance they no longer yearned
but enough of us came back, with forces to cover there slack, upon there walls
so many fought, so many fell, and yet we still pushed on, for in our eyes we were the riotous, we fought under god
so in the end we won the battle, to make that story short, and yet I feared that we as men could never shift,
from a path we took as sport,
killing to us, was what killing was to them, and in a roundabout way, we had become them,
yes we had different faces, and slightly different views, but we were now the rulers, forcing down on you
so in the end I left them, again I had to flee, for I was now evil, they cared no longer for me,
my different views were once theirs, or so I seemed to have thought, yet they just wanted power, to cause there own distraught
they cared not for the people, they cared not for the peace,
yet when it came to power, there cared not to share that
so slowly they killed each other off, and they forgot about me,
they became enveloped in there own distasteful greed,
they never really saw me sneaking up on them, but neither did I see
that my greed was just like theirs, but in the end I saw, that killing them would never bring back, the friends I did see fall
I thought my ways were better, that I could make the people free,
but they say there ways better then the ways of me,
so I was truly no different, nor are they from you,
for in the same position we differ not from them,
so I had to find a way you see, to put together minds, to better all the people, to make the world seem kind
but in the end I couldn’t, so back to warriors ranks I fled, for at least as a warrior, I didn’t know the dead
I did not speak a single word to any single beast, for even the next day there body could be a feast
out in the field were none would care, we live just like the wheat,
among the fields we live and grow, till the farmer harvests us, but if we fall unto the ground, shall none pick us up?
Among the stalks that do not care, they  do not look for pain to share, they only look upon themselves, and soon they will be upon grocery shelves,
for when looking out for only us, there is only so much we can see, so if you help look out for me, then my fate shall you see,
and yours will be my knowledge, so in turn we can share, and a long term life or prosper, shall we leave seeds to heir
so back to the story I started to tell, down to the water I started to yell,
"so what do you bring us, so what do you tell" no response came, so I continued to yell
"what golden land do you promise, what can you give us we don’t have?" I didn’t think it listened, and yet it always had,
the stream was always in us, yet for so long we did not see, but at the moment I looked down, I saw what there was to see,
when I looked down in the stream, I saw the boyhood reflection of me, his eyes were full of hope,
hope of a world to come, when he put down his toys,
a world we he could live in happiness with all the little boys,
I shed off all my armor, I threw away my sword,
I dropped to my news to see that happy little boy,
he eyes so full of splendor, I wished never let him see, all the pain he’d go through to one day become the me,
I started to pull from him, for it hurt to much, to see what I once was, and what I had become, it was not right to me, to see this poor little boy, so happy in his youth, so happy with his toys,
he did not see that one day he would be the toys that he played with, a larger pawn for bigger boys to spend there time playing with
so I decided that day to forever lay down my sword, and yet for many years and years I felt I needed it so,
but to my deathbed I needed not touch a blade or tool of war,
my words got me through the rest of life, and returned the boy to me,
for when I died so many cried who grew up knowing me, they cried because they loved me, because I set them free,
there gentle souls must never know the pain I had to see, for they live without violence and force, and now they live without me.

I never forced my views on them, I only sat and played, I kept that sparkle in there eyes, and slowly regained mine,
for life is to be cherished, yet there shall be times of pain, but when we look out and help each other, happiness is inspired, and spirits shall live again.