For Achilles; the Restless Warrior

What kind of peace could I have?
My life is spent at the edge of my sword
Sweat on my brow
Blood is mingled with their tears

What is this that lies behind their eyes?
A pleading that is wearing at my soul
Is this man a father?
Are his children left behind?

Could I ever know this kind of love?
They fight for glory and passion
They believe in this
Longing to have what brings them joy

What could ever bring me joy?
Will this sword and legend comfort me
When my hair is gray
Or when my head is heavy on my pillow?

Why can't I find my peace?
It is clouded by the mist from the waves
Should my feet drudge to find it,
My soul shall find its rest.