Embracing the essence of the Broken, Open-Hearted warrior
One perseveres in the depth of surrounding darkness
with     honest desire     to assist
But why?

Slash, burn.
Slash, burn.
Slash, burn

Cycle continues
Tears flow unabated

Yet
it is nothing more than a test

But for what reason?
A guitarist or violinists fingers produce the most beautiful music, do they not?

Simple words do not do justice
to     pain    one must endure on the way of the Bodhisattvacharia;

Endure. Endure. Endure
The result is worth it

(Or so I have been told)