The dawn of a new day arrives, and the rays of sun call you onward. Even though you don’t wear an armored coat, a heavy shield and a sword by your side, today… you must fight another day.
Let the sharpness of your eyes take in all the subtle messages. Use your inner guard to serve as your shield to protect you from negative people and their slough energy. Handle your tongue as your sword even knowing that it has two blades… choose to use the blade of love to cut through the darkness.
Today you’re given a chance to fight again!
~~~~~~ A Warriors Song –
The sun kisses a mountain top ~ And glistens on its face of snow,
And slowly climbs into the sky above ~ And lights the valley below.
For each of us that this day awakes ~ A miracle takes place.
For once again we walk our earth ~ And own all upon its face.
And the past regrets and foolish fears ~ Of yesterday’s cloudy mind,
Are washed away by the light of day ~ And seem so far behind.
For each of us is reborn each day, ~ Our life renews again.
And with the help of God we will find a cause ~ That makes us want to win.
For a man without a goal in life ~ Is a man already dead.
His mind wanders from place to place, ~ And he walks with feet of lead.
He has no reason to stretch his mind, ~ No spirit to stir his soul.
His name is not even in the book, ~ When destiny calls the roll.
Better to take the wine of life ~ And drink both deep and long–
Greet each day ’cause you’re here to stay, ~ And sing your warrior’s song.
For the battle of life is joined, and ~ You might fight long and true.
For in this strife, it’s the game of your life ~ And the only loser is you.
Gird up your loins with courage ~ And answer the trumpets call,
And lose or win, you can say at the end, ~ This was the greatest of all! —William E Bailey
Daisy Says: Awaken the Warrior within you!
Lindsey Stirling – Dragon Age
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