The Last Sword

Hmmmm

This old blade hangs above the hearth, a relic of the past

A story of my father's fears, a shadow meant to last

He swung it in the fading light, for a cause he held so true

Now its purpose is a mystery, passed on from him to you

The steel is cold, the edge is dull, from battles I never knew

And I am the keeper of the last sword

I won't fight the wars you fought

This weight I carry is my own

A promise carved in blood and bone

I'll find a way to beat the ploughshares

And I'll raise it high for what is ours

They talk of glory, talk of honor, in the stories they retell

But all I see is broken ground, a solitary hell

This weapon isn't for the rage, or for the pride of kings

It's for the courage to be gentle, through all the hurt it brings

A symbol not for taking life, but for the peace it sings

And I am the keeper of the last sword

I won't fight the wars you fought

This weight I carry is my own

A promise carved in blood and bone

I'll find a way to beat the ploughshares

And I'll raise it high for what is ours

Maybe a sword's true final form

Isn't for the battle, but to weather out the storm

To stand as a reminder of the cost

Of all the love, and all the hope that almost was lost

And I am the keeper of the last sword

I won't fight the wars you fought

This weight I carry is my own

A promise carved in blood and bone

I'll find a way to beat the ploughshares

And I'll raise it high for what is ours

The last sword

For what is ours...yours