To have a sword and have a cause,
To feel your heart inflamed with wrath
And yet stand helpless as evil is committed
My sword remains in its sheath, my dagger on my hip
I stand down at the commander’s call
Though I long to join the fray.
My friends are dying,
Comrades, partners, brothers in arms
They all fall prey to the massive slaughter
Why must I wait? Why can I not fight?
I long to fall or rise with those that I love
To my heart I must be true.
And yet, I must wait, the battle must be won.
I hope the cost is not too dear,
or that in the end, I have suffered for naught.
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