Some were built for this,
Not me.
I’ve lived a life of peace,
Family to raise,
Work twenty days,
Cook and eat.
Bend knees to whatever creates ease,
Not me.
My soul lives in the hurricane,
I gaze with unease,
My boots are always on my feet,
And I feel too old for this beat.
I don’t crave the fight,
Not me.
But in peace I’m not meant to be,
Born for change,
Burn bright and blaze with intensity,
A moment where my fire isn’t caged,
Followed by release.
A soldier, samurai or knight,
I’ve lived and died,
A thousand times, a thousand red tears
That is me.
Biding my time,
Till my soul can once again breathe.