As a war that men fight,
and lay down their lives,
through the span of time,
my brothers have died.
Committed to Liberty,
they sacrificed all,
May the mothers of their children
Give ear to this call.

I have reaped my own passions,
from the efforts I sewn,
There is blood on my skin,
from the battles unknown.
No vanity has fallen
on the trust I do carry,
in the spirit of living,
my own spirit I marry.

Let she who doest come,
and without vision see,
that her wildest of intent,
I have known deep in me.
For I am of my brothers,
committed to life,
there is no desire in me,
for those daggers of strife.

Committed to God,
is the door of my wife,
to reach her creator,
through the flesh of my life.
She has sought all the Heavens,
and searched all the earth.
Those efforts I know,
has she walked since her birth.

What greater devotion,
What greater of passion?
Who can come to reach me,
but she who was fashioned?
From my bones and Spirit,
Do I return her desire,
There is no love lost
In the Love built from Fire.

So seek not my ear,
and seek not my power.
Look not into me,
for your blood will be sour.
There is no misgiving
from this Warriors path,
all the days of my life,
have been walked with my staff.

Our brothers have fought,
and challenged the lies,
and placed the shields down,
by the river sides.
Their faces were hit
by those who would heal.
So unto None, but God
Do they Kneel.

And then it was the mirror,
that they also did face,
and found the greatest Warrior,
Looking back with some grace.
With essence and will,
they stood unafraid,
and slain the last dragon,
from the beginning of days.

May all women find Adam,
and all men find their Eve.
Alone in your life
is the greatest disease.
For none shall know harmony,
from two sour notes,
Be not afraid
to steer different your boat.

In that course
has my life been commit.
And with it rewards
I can wholly admit.
That she who is from me,
returned with a Peace,
that none but the victor
shall know without cease.

So let me re-iterate,
and let me be clear.
I’ve all that is Heaven,
not far but right near.
And to its protection,
my arms have not swayed,
the challenge of life,
was to live for this day.

Unto all the Power,
and Glory goes God.
Within all the Presence
and Majesty we Nod.
For He now has blessed us,
and He now our Friend,
Has promised His love,
And his Arm does Defend.

My Battles are over,
in the love of this one.
Who has come to me daily,
to Share in God’s Son.
Together we blissfully
create our existence.
With God’s protection and care,
He does give with insistence.

Let all who are challenged
know this on this day.
That none shall be lost,
or stuck in their way.
For any who come
shall be faced with my Stand,
and delivered proof given,
of Once Fallen Man.

Ryan o0o