July 10, 2013


i met a young man recently who reminded me of just how complicated hurt can be. 

he's such a tank
and its not just a name
blackout fights
someone always hits the plane

watchful eyes, wry wit
and lying smile
brotherhood of family
family's been gone a while

watched as one who is helpless
seeing one's heart's greatest fear
begs and makes certain
no one takes what is most dear

he'll be strong forever
he'll only fight and win
together we're all better
for brothers there is no too great a sin

run riot for respect
give up no good thing
until there's nothing left
don't hesitate to swing

do best at being brave
carry life's former war
the world's a stage
and he's tallying the score

watch for him, he's scared
he's coated with justice's cloak
and don't get in his way
he says his "heart's all but been broke"

so wage freedom with your love
look past the wounding hands
see him with eyes of above
meet him where he stands

his voice will then get shaky
you'll hear his heart's true cry
he's telling you he's weary
you hear the reasons why