BROKEN WARRIOR

Her mighty drums have ceased to beat
Her might heart has ceased to pound
Within his chest lies dark defeat
Folds of silence dim the sound.

There is no pain in breaking bone
There is no fear in breaking motion
All at once she stands alone
Upon her tears, amid her ocean.

The words she weaves cannot be spoken
The colors she paints are born of fire
Their tones are no longer broken
Their father is wisdom; their mother desire.

Today there fell a drop of blood
She does not wish to call her own
Broken upon by the flood
That drowned their fearless heart of stone.

Her mighty drums have ceased to beat
His mighty heart has ceased to pound
Let this helpless child retreat
Beneath the shelter of this ground.