Analysis of The Heart of the Warrior

With vision trapped in honey and ashes in the mouth
 Journey's always end, pointing artic south
 Beginning with a footstep made on unsure ground
 It only took a mile to find our two feet bound
 Resistance, such a weapon, is a warriors' excuse
 But it shall be worn down and made of little use
 The windows to the soul, they drip honey from their wells
 And ashes is the mouth, testify the journey's failed
 The spirit battered is a cloud begging imagination to mold
 Though we failed the mission, we must fight against the cold
 With hands that shake and shiver, from the freeze, from the pain
 Faces devoid of color, and live now all but drained
 Where is the mighty zeal that begat the warrior way?
 I tell you it is somewhere, lost amongst the fray
 The generals of industry know the soldiers' fortune can't endure,
 If they are made to fight another cowards war
 And we were like the wolves whose honey eyes are honey soaked
 The ashes in out mouth shall tie the noose form freedoms rope
 On the ground in front of us I see blood form wounded knees
 But there shall be no master to hear our calls for peace
 The consequence of determination was the ax that felled the tree
 Still it was just a fall better days await both you and me
 The journey and the night have been long, and the wounds run deep
 But the fight is far from over, we must sustain another week
 Life is but a journey that starts within the mind
 The battlefield is calling we must stand the test of time
 The fallen warrior knows that the last measure was his heart
 And there is where the journey ends, and where the journey starts.