Sheila Williams ~ Singing Cloud
It is in the heart of every human, to be a living hero
one single spark of love, can light the darkest hour.
Lost a cause may be, and the warrior nearly beaten
limping and blood covered, still he rises when needed.
Great may be the glory, golden the treasure offered
many are the praises, to those who stand the highest.
It is not these the warrior sees, in the heat of battle
what he sees are brothers falling, and he fights harder.
Humans, all the battles wage, for freedom and justice
trusting the leaders know, and can be trusted.
That when the contest has been called, it is love that answers
for all the warrior has is invested, blood, bone, and heartache.
To stand and watch another mistreated, cannot be tolerated
the true warriors heart belongs to protecting, not advantage.
Tears mingle with his blood, at the sight of destruction
dead, and dying is not his wish, it is peace that fills his dreams.
Hand to hand a future built, is his heart’s desire
seeing children laugh and play, in total safety.
Color should describe the trees, sky, and flowers;
these are the wisdom’s of, the true warrior HERO!
©Copyright January 12, 2009 by Sheila Williams ~ Singing Cloud
Author’s Note: Dedicated to the loving “warriors” in my life: Wado equa; Great Thanks