Sword

	I lose the world to follow my heart
	to understand; where do i start.
	backward pace too blind to see
	all i have left is myslef. thats me.
	with no wisdom to carry foward
	no wealth, no beauty, only a sword
	peirced through my flesh
	this burdon, i drag in my quest
	slipping & slidding causing pain
	touching others, conflict the same
	sad & alone in my quest
	all i can do is do my best
	if i fail, myself to blame
	the sword a reminder as i die in shame.