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I do not choose this path
I'v never delighted in my wrath
Still I must repay those dealing me pain
There is no more on that subjet to explain
Travel with speed good warrior

My sword and mind are sharp
In my ears I hear the music of the harp
Clear and direct are my target
And on my lips the words, "I will not regret"
Travel with a keen eye, good warrior

Once I was a good woman
And once I had a good man
I had beautiful children and love
My heart was as high as the dove
Travel with in the present, good warrior

I am now a barren waste land
No love lives within my desolate sand
The eyes of my thief,
Is the only thing that keeps me from grief
Travel with purpose, good warrior

The thiefs face I did not see,
Only a shadow near a tree
And his eyes as he shrank back
I wish that night weren't so black
Travel with light, good warrior

Now I am face to face with the Giver of Pain
I strike first through the rain
My enemy, stumbles foward into my shoulder
What! The face I never seen...my brother
Travel with clarity, good warrior

Struggling to hold my sword high
I feel a pain in my thigh
I must not leave without my exacting my payment
No matter what new development
Travel with strength, good warrior

I have no regret
My purpose I did not forget
I have paid my debt to my brother
A purpose---I now must find another
Travel with beautiful memories, good warrior