as a child you begin
push pushing to leave
school for some
work for your friends

school for you of the worst kind
taught to hunt your own kind
pretty in green mother's pride
not knowing you hunt your kind

morning comes as night follows
new friends beside you
all on the same journey
rest during the sun
as we hunt by the light of moon

fresh faces come
hard faces leaving
few whole, most broken
then the lucky ones
placed with honor
for their journey is done

we few stay to hunt our kind
dreaming of our loved ones
will we be the lucky ones
with our journey done

now my broken mind
thinks back on my journey
of a fresh face farm boy
friends and foes
as my journey comes
full circle