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| She | came to me one morning, one lonely Sunday morning, her | long hair flowing in the | mid-winter wind. |
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| 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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| Ahahaaah | aahah, | ahahaaa | haha | ha ! |
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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 men or god. |
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| 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. |
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| 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. |
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| 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. |
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| 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. |
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| And | if one day she comes to you drink deeply from her words so wise. |
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| Take | courage from her as your prize and | say hello for me. |
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