Birth Of A Hero
He was a young boyAbout to be a manShe loved him soOh please don't goDown on his kneesThe blade passed with easeShoulder to shoulderAs it pierces her heart
Out in the fieldsThe boy becomes a manTaste of blood in his throatFeel of death on his handsHe shall fall on this dark, misty nightAs he falls he hears his loved one cry
Birth of a heroDeath of a manShe'll never understandWhy he left her hand
He was a young boyShe loved him soShe watched the sun setAnd longed for his journey homeFlags fly lowThe blade cut deepNow she must bear the woundsThat bleed memories