She came to me one morning one lonely
Sunday morning her long hair flowing in the midwinter wind
I know not how she found me for in darkness
I was walking and destruction lay around me from a fight
I could not win
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She asked me name my foe then
I said the need within some men to fight and kill their brothers without thought of love or god
And I begged her give me horses to trample down my enemies so eager was my passion to devour this waste of life
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But she would not think of battle that reduces men to animals so easy to begin and yet impossible to end
For she the mother of all men had counciled me so wisely that
I feared to walk alone again and asked if she would stay
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Oh lady lend your hand I cried
Oh let me rest here at your side
Have faith and trust in me she said and filled my heart with life
There is no strength in numbers
I've no such misconceptions but when you need me be assured
I won't be far away
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Thus having spoke she turned away and though I found no words to say
I stood and watched until
I saw her black cloak disappear my labor is no easier but now I know
I'm not alone
I find new heart each time
I think upon that windy day
And if one day she comes to you drink deeply from her words so wise take courage from her as your prize and say hello to me
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