The Warrior

The Warrior by Hilda Fourie (15/10/2003) Like a desert rose he stands alone, Thoughts and memories companions on a desolate road The pain un-enduring, thirsty, With nothing to quench the bitterness he holds As the sandstorm, his past a burning fire within his soul How can life be so cold? Fairytales, fantasies and dreams, is life ever just what it seems You fight your battles, you conquer your fears, Life you embrace with all it holds Then one perfect sunny day you see dark and danger come your way Yet you stand in boldness and faith, Head on high you see it face to face It hits you hard, still you hold on; Your children’s faces you see…one by one Again you rise to your feet, never will you allow this defeat For your family and your friends you will stand, Your battle’s begun, but how will this end; Your bones are brittle, your wounds won’t heal; How desperately lonely you must feel Your friends are there, your family too; But who’s the man they see in you Do they still see the fearless warrior in your eyes, Or do they see the hurt and pain beneath your disguise Well Dad, what I see is the man you’ve always been Your heart can tell no lies, you’re a warrior in my eyes…