If my words alone can't help you cope, let my experienced smile grant you hope.

The wounded retreat from the battle.
“We're being slaughtered like cattle!”
Upon the hill they pass a man,
“Fear not! I have a plan!”

His eyes forward and courageous
His plan seems very dangerous.
“Oh! So you are the one to blame!”
“That plan has brought us death and shame!”

Laughter bellowed out of the man,
“Ha! You simply do not understand!
I've fought many battles with death and shame
We shall defeat them all the same!”

“If my words alone can't help you cope,
let my experienced smile grant you hope.
This may be hard for you to conceive:
I've conquered death, this you must believe.”

“Come to my tent and I will grant you grace
to enter back into the battle we face.
I will heal your wounds and sorrow will cease.
To your heart, I will bring peace.”

“When you leave my tent you'll have my joy,
and every Weapon that I employ.
Love may not seem like their proper end,
but where is thy enemy, if they've all been made friends?”