On the battlefield alone
He stands awaiting the trial
Hundreds march before him
In even rank and file

He readies his lance
And prepares his last stand
Which one of these men
Would kill him with their hand

In a whirl of steel
He fights with his very soul
When one man goes down
Another fills the hole

Not one can come close
And he knows the reason why
None fight for honor or glory
And so it is they who die

He smiles an awkward grin
As he cuts down those around
He wishes it wasn't this way
As the others hit the ground

Were just one of them to fight
With more than a soul of hate
Then maybe they would best him
And be the end of his fate

With hundreds given to death
He stands before the last
He has seen this man before
A phantom from his past

"They saw not, why it is we fight
It is for freedom, not strife
nor any simple joy
For which we must take your life"

Finally, his end may come
This man is the one
Who can free him from his chains
And kill him for what he's done

Thousands were dead by his hand
Just to show them the way
That without a purpose
There's no reason to slay

With a smile on his face
He takes up his lance
"I'm glad you have come
To give me my last dance..."

Heartfelt and deeply emotional, perfectly descriptive of your experiance behind the theme.
Very nspirering.

the Ballad of Barack and Bill?
Just joking. Enjoyed it.

the ballad of who?

Good one Crovus!!!

Great Crovus..........I liked it a lot. . I take from it, acts that lack convinction & sincerity are futile & doomed to failure, when pitched against pure heartfelt intent.