Warrior Won t Hurt a Child

A cycle of poems «Warrior Won't Hurt a Child»

Dust on my boots, a scar on my hand
Seen the fields burn, felt the shifting sand
Wielded a blade, heard the battle's cry
Fought for my people, beneath a crimson sky

But a warrior's heart, it beats with control
Never to harm a child, never to steal their soul
These hands that can crush, can also protect
A warrior's vow, a sacred respect

I've faced down giants, and armies untold
Stood in the fire, brave and bold
Heard the whispers of death, felt its icy breath
But innocence shines, a light beyond death

But a warrior's heart, it beats with control
Never to harm a child, never to steal their soul
These hands that can crush, can also protect
A warrior's vow, a sacred respect

They are the future, the hope we embrace
Their laughter a song, a smile on life's face
To break that spirit, to dim that bright flame
Would be a betrayal, covered in shame

But a warrior's heart, it beats with control
Never to harm a child, never to steal their soul
These hands that can crush, can also protect
A warrior's vow, a sacred respect

So let the sword rest, let the shield be still
Protecting the children, that's my strongest will
For a warrior's true strength, is shown in their grace
To guard the innocent, in this desolate place.
I will not hurt a child. Never.