The Soldier
The scars on my body will address
And the blood on my hands will confess
The pride in my heart will not protest
Pride in my country
I fight for the rest
I fight for the poor, the ones in need
I fight for my family, whose mouths I feed
I fight for my friends, my neighbors, my acquaintances
I fight for liberty
I fight to be free
I fight because tough is what I was taught to be
That is what I tell myself when I look around to see
Dirt and dead bodies staring back at me
And I think to myself, is this liberty?
And I wonder if one day it will be my body someone sees
And the blood on my hands will confess
The pride in my heart will not protest
Pride in my country
I fight for the rest
I fight for the poor, the ones in need
I fight for my family, whose mouths I feed
I fight for my friends, my neighbors, my acquaintances
I fight for liberty
I fight to be free
I fight because tough is what I was taught to be
That is what I tell myself when I look around to see
Dirt and dead bodies staring back at me
And I think to myself, is this liberty?
And I wonder if one day it will be my body someone sees