Steel shines cold on a moonlit hill
Calm breath slows through a sharpened will
Armors hum with a tempered stance
Eyes hold depth through the silent trance
Scars glow soft in the muted air
Courage grows with a tender care
Heart stays fierce through the darkest hour
Soul stands warm with a healing power
Blades rest low near a quiet stream
Gentle hands lift a broken dream
Strength shows grace in the weary land
Hope grows wild where the soft hearts stand
Might bends true in a humble span
Love leads first in the battle plan
Peace grows strong in the warrior’s lands
I am
The warrior with gentle hands