Why do you cry?
I can’t see your tears,
but I do see your fears in the stilt
in your walk and the gray from your years of this sad shadow-living, avoiding
your brother, not knowing your place nor the love of your father
Why do you cry?
You are great, you are strong,
and your competence lies not in fate and in songs but in daily believing that
good just may win and your role is important though affection be thin you’re a
man
And a man you’ll remain
Whether fighting or dying or
sighing in pain
You are able
You are capable
To hold treasures and wealth, to
lead armies and sovereigns and battle with stealth any lies that ensnare you,
or those that you love
You are a force
A steward
And this is your role, the
adventure of man, to fight for a beauty and conquer an evil, to journey forever
a romance your own
Why do you cry?
How I wish those would be
Silent tears of relief, or even
of ecstasy
We need you, oh steward, to be
who you are
Come armies, come darkness, come
hail or hellfire
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