I. Compassionate Arms

Somewhere distant a battle rages
Run by evil and his sages

But there is a general who dreams of birds
Who sing of melodies that cannot be heard

From their notes come the colors
Of red, green, blue and many others

They bring joy to many, sadness to few
Dreaming of happiness and something new

It is all within the grasp of reach
For feelings to erupt and emotions to breach

The outer wall; the last line of defense
Where troops stand tall, let the fighting commence

Love and Jealousy -- they collide
But Fear and Shame run and hide

Deceit and Truth, Guilt and Compassion
A war of the soul, they do fashion

Fighting continues until a victor is called
But by then all emotion have been mauled

The wounds heal and the hero remains
Possessing and trophy that he may claim