Warrior Soul

Is the world but a battlefield's domain?

Whom shall we query to comprehend this strife?

For we, as warriors, marked by arrows' pain,

Engaged in conflicts that shape our life.

Is the world but a graveyard, cold and still?

To whom shall we turn for wisdom's decree?

Restless souls, dissatisfied at will,

Seeking solace in a quest to be free.

Yet, be it warriors or souls that we name,

In essence, we share the same human plight.

Thirsty, hungry, and discontent, we claim,

Toiling laborers, yearning for respite.