Weary are we who strive
and struggle in the grind.
Restless are we who dream
of things we’ll never find.
Defeat meets us often
many turns throughout our days.
But, the hurt is just to soften
hearts to help us find The Way.
And when we find ourselves on course
rejoicing in His light,
We stumble not, and pursue the force
of evils within the fight.
For War surrounds us from the start.
Our faith’s, our only knife.
And wielded with the pure of heart
results in what’s called Life.