Renegade Heart
I'm a soldier, can't you tell by my wounds?
I've been tortured, I've been beaten, and I've been bruised!
I have scars, I have stitches, I feel pain all the time.
I don't cry anymore cause tears have stopped falling from my eyes.
I've broken up homes and destroyed countless bonds
But I too have been lied to and conned!
I've fought many battles and won many fights
I've learned many tactics like when to shoot and how to shoot right.
My brain is filled with memories, memories of my wars
I've tried to erase them but they've filled my body like the sores.
I've played in fire and got burnt time and time again
Destruction seems to be my one and only friend
Cause my enemies are countless and are everywhere I turn
But the one thing I desire hurts more then the wounds I've endured,
Battlefields cause damage I could have suffered more
But when its all said and done all is fair in love and war!
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