You never believed that solace was in sight:
It’s not our way, your conscience said.
Our way is the path of fortitude:
We are the rock that never bends to the wind,
Even when tempest and disaster strike.
Our way is the path of the tireless warrior:
Ever ready to place ourselves
Into the line of fire
And never complain of our burns.
We are the rock that stands still always:
For those who cannot stand alone.
You never believed that your solace was in sight
But now, as the sun sets
You fall to your knees
And let the fading rays
Drench your face
Your trembling hands:
Weakened by the howling winds
For whom you could never bend,
For you were a Guardian.
The Guarded Ones whisper:
You were my solace
When I had none
Find your joy.