I was born a hero, a champion indeed
unable to verbalize ancient memories
I surely died upon a battlefield, for I emerged from the womb still fighting.
I grew and learned to speak but would choose the wisdom of silence.
my troubles pursued me into this new world, causing me to be violent.
the gods looked upon my dilemma with Divine compassion
knowing on my own I would not survive so they bestowed their protection.
the love of the great mother God brought envy and hatred upon me.
my warrior Spirit became aroused and my years of youth filled with battles.
my enemies experienced my might, and would join forces...