The Blacksmith

All I know how to be is a blacksmith, nothing more
That smell and dirty hands all day and all night are forged into my mind
I don't want to leave this world knowing my life was for nothing
God, is there anything you would have me do?

I awoke finally one morning and had a vision, a revelation
Was it God? Was it my Mind playing tricks? Was I dying?
I looked around and felt nothing but what I had saw
I have made hundreds of them for the King

But this one seems different, I shall hide it somewhere
I had fun, I actually felt happy at what I did for the first time, purpose
I am going to hide it then for this seems to be my new found glory
I wish my happiness, my power, my glory wont fade here.

My sacrifice, my life went into this, all is good when I made this
but it's short lived, my time of passing has come
anyone worthy of such glory and power shall try to take it
It will seem easy, it's just a sword in the stone.