Borderlands

I am riding through the Borderlands That place of harsh, arid beauty Carrying out observation for This period of detached duty. It is that time of day, The setting sun at my back And my sensors tell me aliens Are following my track. It is time to sleep Until first light; There is a time to run And there is a time to fight. Tomorrow will tell Which it will be. Tomorrow may be The proving of me. The code of conduct tells me Only to kill as a last resort But I am here alone With no resort to any support. Did the writers of the Code Ever face the prospect of strife Did the writer of the Code Ever have to risk their life. The sensors will warn When the aliens are near Automatically broadcast A warning they will hear. Tomorrow in these Borderlands, This place of harsh and arid beauty, Will it be talk or fight In the performance of my duty.