Live on Warrior, Live on.

I have seen the man and walked with him
Through the field of whey.
His paint-washed off and wounds from battle
Have had yet to heal.
His eyes, sad in his silent contemplation,
Have seen the tales of sorrow that he dare not speak.
His silent words tell all of the pain his spirit had felt.
And I, walk with him in silence,
For a chance to heal his wounds.
For I know the pain of the warrior.