A broken sword still cuts, for all those who feel the journey of time has broken them.
Your body and mind are in pieces, at times you feel your spirit is only a faint apparition of what it once was.
You have given everything to the battle, to the war, to the cause.
You may not be the shiny steel that once left the blacksmiths forge, but your edges are still sharp and dangerous to anyone who crosses your path.
The broken sword encompassed with wings of the phoenix, because you are not really broken and everything can be rebuilt, reborn and rejuvenated into something more glorious than before.
You just don’t know it yet.