The Walking Dead

Sword, shield and armor hung next to the front door
In the routine, it's forgotten, left for dust, seen no more
Outside the dragon waits
Suits of Pride it finds and takes

Words of life fill the page
But lay idle on materialistic night stands
Sun and moon cast their shadows through the window shades
While promises written wait to be made

Angels watch and anxiously wait
While we make a choice
And walk away
The heart speaks
Another day

So many lives await
The standard we should take
The authority given
And a choice to make

So until then
We'll let them die daily
Until we choose to be Men!