well, i've been to the mountain, <br />and i've walked through the valleys. <br />i've stood neath the cross <br />awaiting my turn. <br />i've heard the stories of children, <br />and the stories of old men. <br />there's not enough difference <br />for me to discern. <br /> <br />i've been to the battle, <br />and i've taken it to the streets. <br />i've been to the place, <br />where truth and dignity meet. <br />i've stood naked and alone, <br />and faced my sins. <br />i've felt the wrath of god, <br />known the ignorance of men. <br /> <br />i've worn boots of flesh, <br />and fought with my hands. <br />went back into the fire, <br />to save the last man. <br />slept with angels and demons alike, <br />drank the darkness, walked in the light. <br />found the right in wrong, <br />and the wrong in right.... <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />as the storm clouds rage <br />on this face cut by age, <br />the mountains tremble, <br />and the rivers rage. <br />i'll stay to the end, <br />i'll turn the last page, <br />then catch a ride to the funeral <br />on the last stage.... <br /> <br />i'll write the words of my heart, <br />with a pen dripping blood. <br />i'll cross the last river, <br />and stomp through the mud. <br />with the prayers of the children, <br />and the eyes of the hawk. <br />to the place of closeness, <br />where spirits can talk. <br /> <br />and stare deep and unashamed <br />into God's eyes. <br />and lay down my journey, <br />where the soul never dies. <br />where names be forgotten, <br />but hands clasp as one. <br />in the valley of darkness, <br />at the feet of the sun.<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/warrior-s-pledge/
