With quill in hand, I safely bound
within loves armored vest.
Must pledge my soul and life profound
to quickly quell this quest.

The depth of me feigns anarchy,
all must relate to some.
I'll wear a smile, walk one last mile,
be proud whom I've become.

Passing time one must consort
or face life on his own.
Trust is built in fact assort
or challenge some unknown.

Sometimes I often wonder,
do the bells toll in these walls.
Even when this life's assunder,
will it soothe my Haggard's Halls.