This sullen man walks a grim path
A lonely road lit only by faith
He marches with dour resignation
For him peace is but a pale wraith
He seeks God and rest, a satisfied mind
Yet he finds none, on his silent walk
Utterly alone, he shambles onward
Only God and his sword for talk
His faith holds on, he does not break
Yet like a moon on a cold night,
He is only bright in contrast to the void
The radiance of beautiful day is not his light
Forward he marches, ever forward
Bearing the burdens of the down
He spends his strength on their comfort
Yet in return they do not even see his frown
He doubts not his cause, nor God
Though his trail is joyless and bleak
His journey gives no happiness
To none on this road can he speak
His sword arm has become lethargic,
He fights his battles without heart
Enthusiasm dampened by his melancholy
The taste of yet more struggle is tart
Though faith held only by a thin string
God has not fully forsaken him,
His ties to his duty and life do not snap,
Though his cop of sorrows is filled to the brim
He walks this dark path to a dark end
Yet he will not renounce his God
His misery endures, yet he with it
A perseverance most odd
