They say a journey starts with a single step
And wisdom grows from experience
Ah the young believe they are immortal
But the old turn their eyes to the sky and pray for peace
They say survival is a skill learned over a long life
And only the wise live long enough to learn it
Those foolish enough to rush into battle die fast
It is the wily who live to see another day
I remember the day we burned the dead then turned for home
I remember the scents of blood and fire and the taste ashes on my tongue
Bitter sweet and as sweetly bitter as the remains of life and love mourned