Wounded Warrior

(December 24, 2012)


I see war everywhere, in my mind it does scare.

Bodies lying here and there,

who are they? Do people care?

I’ve seen my share of a lot.

But I’ll never get out of my mind,

that one solitary shot.

After that, the rifle had splendor;

for when it was done, I felt like I’d gone through a blender.

I was a warrior, that’s all I knew.

Or at least I thought so, until I met you.

Suddenly the walls began to crumble,

and I knew life was worth a rumble.

I began to beat, on my own,

because of something that I had never known.

You showed my wounded warrior heart,

that there is no bad time for a new start.

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