A Sword to Live by and a Reason to Die

To fight for the nation.

Every day I swung a sword.

Until my hands bled,

Every hour I hold a sword.

Even when I am injured or sick,

Every day I must swing a sword.

Now what?

I only have a sword.

What do you expect from me?

I can't farm.

I can't cook.

I can't read.

I can't write.

I don't know anything else besides the way of the sword.

Even if the nation forsakes me,

I can only have a sword,

until a sword haves me.