To the wanderer, give a bed and pillow for the night,
To the fighter, give a blade and shield for right,
To the outlaw, give a town that knows not his name,
To the desperate, a place where no one knows his shame.
To the man who once sought peace, a white rose,
To the man who gave up long ago, a door to close,
To the man who holds on by a thread, a sword to choose,
To the man who just let go, the will to face a blade and lose.
To the dead man, a prayer and flowers for his grave,
To the one who lived, a prayer for those he couldn't save,
To the soulless, a chance to see their souls again,
To the proud, a joyful trip to the lion's den.
To the lone wolf, best condolences and a tip of the hat,
Because there's nothing you can do for someone like that.