You're looking for a soldier
Who'll stay and fight.
Hold that gun high and proud.
But I'm the one who'd pull the trigger
On myself.

You're looking for safe ground
A place to rest your tired feet.
But every where I step
A crack in the pavement is made.
My feet is battle scarred by the bits of brokenness I've walked on.

You can train me up for battle
As hard as you want.
Put me through all the courses
Run all the laps needed
Make me to be the ideal fighting machine.

But as hard as I try
To stand my ground,
Someone always has the upper hand.
A  bigger gun
More bullets.
And bang
I'm left for dead.