Cracked and twisted. It happened in the war,
It was brave, not pointless, what I was fighting for.

The beast was lingering. An one-eyed man sound the attack.
I charged, I pulled and pushed. And it stroke back.

And then I fell,
I felt it everywhere.

I heard the laugh and I got up.
Admit defeat and search safe haven.
And even there I felt unwelcome.

But still, they patched me up real good, professional,
Now, sometimes when I stand, I am diagonal.