Solider

Like a book you have to pry open Hardened by the truths of life He's been through so much already Seems like there’s no end to his strife So what is he? A statistic, A gangbanger, A hoodlum? A fortunate burden on society, A lucky son of a gun that got a second chance? At life? At romance? No! He's a soldier He holds his own He's a soldier With a heart of gold In exterior But the inside he cries Scared he'll be figured out His facade with crumble That's cool Put together Almost unfeeling Always have the answer And keeps it real Yes it's true He's a soldier But on the inside He's still Human