I've grown
accustomed
to saying sorry
even if it's not my fault
to saying thank you
when given pain
to accepting defeat
before the game
to walk away
because I was never
needed to stay.

I've grown
accustomed
to the opposites
all my life
I've lived like this

and I grew up
knowing I will
always be wrong

maybe
they needed someone
to blame
maybe
they needed someone
to carry all the weight

and no matter how hard I fight
I'll always be on the losing side.

Stepping out into the cold
Beaten limbs, feeling old
His home upon his back
Just ten years since Iraq

Paper sheets and plastic bags
Warming body holding rags
His bottle lacking wine
Drinking passed the time

Daily grind pass him by
No one stops or wonders why
His lips are a shade of blue

Tight fist clutched to chest
A hero soldier came to rest
Upon a cold dark street
He fell beneath your feet

A winter's soldier died alone
Buried deep below the stone
Tortured by the war
His mind could not ignore

If only we could stand beside
Help our heroes, show our pride
Then we can help to save
The wounded and the brave

The days are long.
The roads are steep.
Have mountains to climb.
No time for sleep.

The weather is harsh.
The world is cruel.
Today, Tomorrow,
Everyday's a duel.

Be wary traveler
Misguide lurks on every turn.
Follow your heart,
The compass to one's yearn.

Now grab your shoes.
We have dreams to chase.
Adventure has a headstart
And there's no time to waste!