This warrior is old and weary
Her heart is bleak and sad
Her feet are bruised and bleeding
Tired of all the places that she trod.
O, where is rest when you need it?
Where is silence when things are bad?
For someone who longs for shelter
It’s enough to sleep beneath the stars.
To sleep and dream of the good old days
To watch the sunrise when you awake
What blessed day when wounds are healed
When hope returns and you forget your fears.
Yet time goes on when rest is over
When you need to hold that sword again
And you fight on for all that you care for
With every ounce of strength that still remains.