She came to me one morning
one lonely Sunday morning
her long hair flowing
in the mid winter wind
I know not how she found me
for in darkness I was walking
and destruction lay around me
from a fight I could not win
She asked me name my foe then
I said the need within some men
to fight and kill their brothers
without thought of men or god
And I begged her give me
horses to trample down my enemies
so eager was my passion to devour
this waste of life
But she would not think of battle
that reduces men to animals
so easy to begin
and yet impossible to end
For she the mother of all men
had counciled me so wisely that
I feared to walk alone again
and asked if she would stay
Oh lady lend your hand I cried
Oh let me rest here at your side
Have faith and trust in me
she said and filled
my heart with life
There is no strength in numbers
I've no such misconceptions
But when you need me be assured
I won't be far away
Thus having spoke she turned away
and though I found no words to say
I stood and watched until
I saw her black cloak disappear
My labor is no easier
but now I know I'm not alone
I find new heart each time
I think upon that windy day
And if one day she comes to you
drink deeply from her words so wise
Take courage from her as your prize
and say hello for me