When we wandered, weathered and wary,
What we knew, we wizened must carry
Is what the world may always wonder:
Why we warriors tear asunder
The very wares we work to share
Through water, fire, and earth we bare
Why once we find what isn't ours
We wrestle away like worthless cowards
And when we went from whence we came
Where we were we knew the same:
We worldly wondrous worthwhile humans
Are wraiths of worrisome and warped illusions;
Wrought with wrongs and little right
we wander, but into the stormy night.