Eric Andrew James - warrior without a sword

I'm feeling like a soldier
who's lost his faithful sword
That wallows to protect his life
dedicated to his lord

bleeding in a hundred places
saphire running from my face
blinding me with my own juices
hurting more than the foul mouthed maces

oh that sentimental tool
hidden in the wind
to never protect my life
to never escape my end

but i'm feeling like the moon now
up on a cloudless day
nothing left to reflect upon
what place do i have to stray

Eric Andrew James

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