A Good Man Goes to War
In shadows deep, a good man stands,With furrowed brows and clenched hands.A battle calls, not of his making,For peace, his heart is truly aching.He steps forward, into the fray,Where night clashes with the day.A warrior, not by choice but need,Planting hope’s most resilient seed.His voice, a steady, calming force,Guiding light on a darkened course.Each step…