Fought on the page.

With double edged dagger I lunge and I stab, your total and focused attention to grab, When the means to the end is your only reward, and the knowledge the pen's mightier than the sword, As I look on the carnage I left in my wake, and I pray that this battle don't cause me to break, Then I pray to the Lord and I truly implore, that this fight be my last I've no strength anymore, Then I ask for the wisdom God grants to some men, to teach me and now how war's won with the pen, Then a wiseman came to me explained so I knew, that yes swords they win war's but much blood is spilled too, Is it not with a sword you can take a king’s crown? And when enemies riseup, does not the sword take them down? But the wisest of scholar's from the dawn of the age, was the one who fought battle with pen upon page, The one with diplomacy, humility and tact, who brought the war's ending precise and exact, The one who sought peace to this day remains stood, while the broken and empty they hungered for blood, Still they came with their weapons and war they did wage, but the wisest of warriors fought battle on page.