Metal clashes against metal,
steel against steel,
no amount of training can prepare one to take a life,
men say farewell to their wives,
wives kiss their husbands lips for one last taste,
mothers hug their sons and daughters for it may be their last chance.
I watch from the side for I have none of these things,

a soldier from birth trained to ****,
though sometimes I can not help but feel,
that even with the training it will be hard to take a life.
when we head out I stand in front.
Never allowing another to stand where I'm at,
I'm the leader of this militia and the only one left with nothing to lose,

They ask me why am I so cold,
why do I thrive to be alone.
I tell them to put their helmets on,
for only one such as I,
can fight only to die.

A fellow soldier who kissed her son goodbye,
almost meets the end by someones steel.
In the field I lay covered in blood knowing we have won,
steel rings true the group surrounds me,

I hear her say things will be okay,
and sounds of thanks repeated over and over again,
the bite of the man's sword takes a number on my flesh.

why would I take the blow she will ask,
I have nothing to lose I say.

For to me unlike you it's just another war.