BRAVE HEART

The first sword drawn

He conquers his long dreaded enemy

The field which lingers within him

Causing him shame

Causing him to be a joke

He devours fear

Pondering in his heart as yet another war rises

Enemies so cold ice bows before them

“They’re not that bad” they tell him

“They’re quite welcoming when you draw them” he’s been told

Time racing against him

Nervous and swearing from head to toe

The solo breeze from his hands unable to quench the heat within

A made up my mind

A decision declared

To war he goes not

He salvages his little pride left

And glances at the battle field from afar

Thinking and wandering he stares

Did I make a mistake?
  
 Composed By: Okundigie .O.James