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A Soldier's Life

Once I was a boy
All I cared about were my toys
Then I was a teenager
I did not know my self I was a stranger
Then a trained soldier
Fighting for freedom, for love, fighting for right
Then everything I saw turned to fright
My pride, my honor wounded
Wished someone would let me alone
Let me die, I was ashamed, I did not want to go home
What I had become I did not want to show
But I realized the fight had just begun
A Battle of right and wrong
Not one of fists, knives, or guns
A battle that needs to be won
For all soldiers that were done wrong
So once again they can sing a song
In their hearts, minds, and souls
To once again have something that was stolen
Their pride, their honor once again theirs to keep!