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 love or God"

And I begged, "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 did council me so wisely then

I feared to walk alone again and asked if she would stay

Oh, lady, lend your hand out right

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, have no such misconception

But when you need me, be assured, I won't be far away

Thus, havin' 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 it hard 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