and my hands were guided to sword and shield.
I was scared of how well my hand fit the blade
and I wondered to myself, is this why I was made?
The shield strapped on in a single draw of breath.
Is this my path, O Lord, to be bringer of death?
“My son there will always be battles, wars, and revolution,
and praying for peace is not a solution.
You must be of iron, you must bend and not snap.
You must be the one to stand in the gap.
Look at horrors, stand and never flee
Defenders of what is and what is to be.
Remember your families, fathers and sons
Find your way to your feet, when they are sure that you're done.
If the day comes soon that you're called to my throne,
You'll be cheered by ancestors and finally, welcomed home.”