The Road to Rebirth – Book Trailer

The oaths of all are offered as a gift
To gods that hold us to them by the sword,
Yet on the edge we find ourselves adrift
As we seek some kind of penance or reward.
Life brings toil and trials; still we saunter on
And hold ourselves to codes, in those we trust
That all is worth the words we rest upon,
That, in the end, the end is right and just.
We cling and clutch, but always we will weep
For all we did not do, and all regret.
It matters little if we cannot keep
This oath we made to life, this oath to death.

Excerpted from The Road to Rebirth