A man of sorrow and might
Silence speaks in his mind
Eyebrows crossed like a hungry lion
Heart so tough, haven’t seen that he’s cryin’
A great leader he must be
Great fighter was foreseen…
Lacks boldness and trust
To subordinates he must
Scar on his face, mark of bravery
Within his bowels lonesome and weary
Talks with words, Oh so little
His wisdom so vast none he can’t handle
Forceful man, with sturdy heart
Without his comrade he couldn’t start
Faith so little, trust to others
Consider them a sisters and brothers….
