A Young Fighter I Met

By Willem Lightheart

Come one, come all
Come short, come tall
Come and listen in
Come thick and thin
Come young, come old
Hear the stories to be told

A young fighter was he
Full of vigor and glee
A very eager young lad
A strange custom he had
He liked to expose his feet
To new people he would meet

A venturing we did go
For him we moved too slow
Often we yelled for him to wait
But our efforts, they were too late
In to the battles he would rush
Squashing the creatures in to mush

Revan a word of caution I freely give
Slow down today if you want to live
You see young fighters, the battles are tough
And by yourself you may not have enough
Of what it takes to finish the fight
And find yourself walking towards the light