All of Life is War

In my delirium of life
I wander through the dawn
A lone and lonely figure
Moving forward, moving on
Many a battle I have fought
And many more I will
It seems that all of life is war
And I've more blood to spill
Every step of every day
Another sword to swing
An adversary to defeat
A new tourney to fight and win
I grow weary of the trudging
I grow weary of the days
But of the fight I always thrill
I welcome challenge come my way
Dripping blood and battle scars
With each battle I grow stronger
Readying this lone and lonely figure
For the war that wages longer