Vārdi: Wishbone Ash. Throw Down The Sword.

Throw down the sword the fight is done and over
Neither lost, neither won
To cast away the fury of the battle
And turn my weary eyes for home

There were times when
I stood at death's own door
Only hoping for an answer

Throw down the sword and leave the glory
A story time can never change
To walk the road, the load I have to carry
A journey's end, a wounded soul

There were times when
I stood at death's own door
Only searching for an answer