The Warriors Great Sorrow
To the warriors fight he must reign
Sometimes alone he must bear the pain
Out of the night comes a dear friend
To his sorrow that her pain had to end
May some day they will meet again.
To the darkest shadows he roams
To discover what is unknown.
For in death lies his friend
To his sorrow it will never end.
The pain dulled but times gentle hand
But to his greatest sorrow must demand
The life of love the heart of soul
Let her story not go untold.

The truth that lies in one heart
May have not have been given the greater start.
The truth it seems,
Is like some unending dreams.