I'm feeling like a soldier <br />who's lost his faithful sword <br />That wallows to protect his life <br />dedicated to his lord <br /> <br />bleeding in a hundred places <br />saphire running from my face <br />blinding me with my own juices <br />hurting more than the foul mouthed maces <br /> <br />oh that sentimental tool <br />hidden in the wind <br />to never protect my life <br />to never escape my end <br /> <br />but i'm feeling like the moon now <br />up on a cloudless day <br />nothing left to reflect upon <br />what place do i have to stray<br /><br />Eric Andrew James<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/warrior-without-a-sword/
