Your Sword

Pieces of life, inside a heart
Mirrors of someone that one day I found
Tired and sad in the middle of the crowd
But with a simplicity that I’ve never seen around.
Far away, I heard his sadness
In his heart, the craving of winning was a thing
Hurt by others and by his harshness
Raising high his strength like a King
His will was glimmering far way
Fight for a different and sincere world
Where only the truth could remain
In the heart of those who felt empty and hurled.
Asked me for silence, in order to listen to his footprints
To free his own pain and sorrow
And rest all his tiredness
To meet himself and meditate, morrow
Not because the feeling has disappeared
But because he need to drink the light
Understand every suffer he went through
And give another blaze to his cross sight
Looked to the sea and the first sunrise
Lay down to begin his introspection with the Lord
Took off his knights clothes
And fall asleep near his sword….
And when everyone though he was giving up
Cross his arms, and stopping fight
He rose fearless from the floor
Full of strength to destroy darkness with his light
This was his glorious fate
(Never accept he was defeated)
Walking always side by side
With his dream, that was never forgotten, but completed!