A WARRIOR NEVER CRIES

I am called away to War,

torn from my family.

I do not look back;

I must be strong,

for a warrior never cries.

I hear the screams of the dying,

the blood makes me sick.

Another friend falls beside me,

but there is no time to mourn,

for a warrior never cries.

Smoke rises from my home,

my family lies dead at my feet.

I close my eyes

and turn away,

for a warrior never cries.

My helm clatters to the ground;

I fall to my kness beside them.

My wife and two young sons,

and weep,

as a father and a husband.