the way of sword

the way od sword is lonely
and you must be dedicated wholeheartedly
in order to survive as long as you can
all of the hesitation from your soul you must ban
to be cut and to be cut you must
to no one ever can you give your trust
to fight, day after day,
until your skills decay
to cry and to bleed
to shout and to plead
to beg and to lead
with sword in your hand
in your eyes thrown is sand
you can't see the way
but you mustn't go astray...
for the sword is the master of your life
leading you through the unending strife
leaving you empty, emotionless
when you finally away you pass

the way of sword is lonely
yet, I know we're made for it.