but you only understand the language of the sword
       and I learned it through the brutal words you hurled,
                 a jet stream of lies that led to the slow topple
            of a once shining beacon;

                           but here's a secret from the maw of the forge -
                 every sword starts with an idea
                          shaped with the attention and love
                    of a master, at the request of a heart filled
                           with justice and thought
                and the hindsight wisdom to never trust
                    the knife that cuts both sides of the lines

          so while you stand, I will speak of the sword
               and while you berate, I will forge

                       and when you fall, I will hear it
                    we will hear it.