Honour is not to be taken lightly
By itself to forfeit life in loss
In the measure of one's word
For another's life could depend on
Only a scoundrel scoffs at it
Animals know not of it
Lest its presence is in man
Warriors know it, The Way
A purpose to life's nobility
That pours forth through eternity
Enabling rightousness to grow
And flourish amidst turmoil
A land that would be ruled
By selfish tyrants and despots
Where freedom would be lost
Senseless desire and dismay
Wrought by evil intention
And delusive devices
The few would cower in fear
The world, grey each day
No hope for the meek, meager men
No goodness to fill life's goblet
As if life's very essence
Intregal to the complete soul
Enabling every man to endure
The calamities that are life
Its trials and tribulations
Halted and happily healed
By the noble and vital part
The Way that is of honour