The look inside of his eyes told a whole other story
Of early hope and ultimate glory
He’d been through the wars – quite literally
Pitted against his absolute wits, on the fence line
An addled brain on constant rewind
Reminding his comrades time and time again to come out clean either way
Say what you see, do what you please
A bullet in the heart might just be the thing to set them apart
A war with words and far, far more
Abhor the opposition, love your own
Bring what is painstakingly right justifiably on home