Well he stormed with his feet
And he clapped with his hands,
He summoned all of his joy when he laughed
It suffered all of his joy when he cried.

Well in war he was a tiger
When it was over like a dove,
He summoned all of his strength in the climb
It suffered all of his strength in the fall.

He put his trust in a higher power
He held his power like a holy grail,
He summoned all of his faith in the lifting
It suffered all of his faith in the fail.

-M. Ward, Requiem