As dainty bauble we could never please
The court, the gossips, but, Serenity,
We'll be a sword against your enemies.

A warrior's heart is out of fashion these
Days, and like our nose, it's plain to see
As dainty bauble we could never please.

No handicap is kindness; no disease
A gentle heart upon the throne, and we
Can be the sword against your enemies.

You build your bridges, never to appease,
But to do right: a lasting legacy,
No worthless bauble. It could never please

Us to be mere drapery, to cease
The warrior's dance; we choose instead to be
A sharpened sword against your enemies.

So let us share, in hardship and in ease,
Whatever fate thou findst or buildst for thee:
As dainty bauble I could never please --
I'll be a sword against thy enemies.