The young must grow oldWhilst old ones grow older.And cowards will shrinkAs the bold grow bolder.Courage may blossom in quiet hearts,For who can tell where bravery starts?Truth is a song, oft lying unsung,Some mother bird protecting her young.Those who lay down their lives for friends, The echo rolls onward, it seldom ends.Who never turned and ran, but stayed?This is a warrior, born, not made.Living in peace, aye many a season, Calm in life and sound in reason,Till evil arrives, a wicked horde Driving the warrior to pick up his swor
by Brian Jacques The Legend of Luke
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The quote reflects on the passage of time and the transformation of characters from youth to old age. It suggests that while the young are growing older, the elderly continue to age. The contrast between cowards and the brave highlights that true courage can emerge unexpectedly, emphasizing that bravery can originate from humble beginnings. Additionally, the line suggests that the strength of love and sacrifice is carried on, sometimes unrecognized, as the legacy of those who give their lives for others endures through time.

The passage also portrays the inner conflict of a warrior who typically lives in peace until faced with malevolence. It denotes that such a warrior is inherently courageous, implying that true bravery is a natural trait rather than a taught skill. The call to arms signifies a transition from tranquility to battle, showcasing the duality of a warrior’s life. This intricate relationship between peace and conflict serves to illustrate the complexity of human nature and valor in the face of adversity.

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