They say the first days,
The younger days,
Are pure and sweet.
And the hours spent
Playing war
Are nothing more than
Childish visions of glory.
They do not point toward
A lust for blood
Or an embrace with pain.
But the game kept going,
And we kept marching in place.
They took away my swing set
And replaced it with a cannon.
The things I wanted to see
Are now things
I never wish to again.
Never show emotion.
Never show pain.
The only easy day
was yesterday.
You're a warrior,
Warriors don't cry.
You're a soldier,
So act like it.