Olden Heart

Out of place in a modern city of modern men
Fly apart write your battles with a pen
If only true to your hue you could have been
Out of place in a modern city so you went

Fiery red, northern blood of battles bore
Hold your arms, hold your tongue, tribute war
When all was fire all was rage upon the shore
Out of place, cast your waif, earn the lore

They do not know you though they fear your difference here
You walk alone through city streets across the lear
Once again the question rises in the air
Once again the battle won against fear