The Battle

Dragonlance spoke of a battle

That rages on within Steel Brightblade

Tore him apart with that of

Light by his father, Sturm Brightblade

And darkness by his mother, Kitiara Majere.

A battle within that fought for his choice

And those of his parents guidance.

A battle we all know too well

Even in our own life shells.

Each of us knows what’s within,

And yet at the same time we hears

Other voices guiding us to a path,

A path that we longed for deep within.

Sometimes these voices helps,

Sometimes these voices breaks,

Whether with good or dark intents we could never tell.

We fought to hear it,

We tried hard to listen,

But often this voice deep within

Is lost among the noises outside.

Sometimes you find it,

Sometimes you don’t.

Along the way you notice

That you have given up looking

‘Cos it doesn’t matter anymore.

Torn we are like Steel Brightblade

A battle to listen to ourselves

And those to listen to our parents.

Of course not all parents mean harm to their child

Just sometimes it is unintentional

Done to protect the child

That they have brought into this world.

I was told it’s easy

For it is never hard to listen

And do what you need to do

For the pain caused will not be long

Once they see how you succeed.

But I find it hard to do

“Easier said than done” rings in my mind

My spirit crumbles

Torn into little pieces trying to find the path

The path that will lead the heart

To where it has always longed to go.

Oh how I wish and pray and hope

But I know that deep inside

This battle will never truly end

All I ever need now is to be like Steel Brightblade

He who found his side of the battle

Fought for that of his believe

That is one man I truly respect

Even though he’s born of fiction itself.