By Jason Zapata

Why do you still believe you wander alone
Can you not feel my presence in this place
Hear my footsteps on this path I retrace
Through the course of your flesh and bone

Our reunion is something you still postpone
Senescent doubts and fears haunt your face
Specters of your past we could easily erase
If only you would call my strength your own

Unrest in this place reflects how you appear
A defeated warrior nursing wounded pride
This is no temple in which I wish to reside
So let my resolution finally reach your ear

I only wait for your resolve to be sincere
When I have seen you put your doubt aside
I will return to the empty sheath at your side
And you will have nothing left to fear