Wounded Warrior
For the torn,
for the meek.
Toward the storm,
toward the beast.
For the scorned,
for the weak.
Wounded warriors,
for the free.
In the dirt,
make my bed.
Firefight,
overhead.
Live on hope,
consume hate.
Rusted spoon,
rusted plate.
On this stage,
in my role.
Home one day,
never whole.
For this goal,
in the name.
Different soul,
though the same.
Take my life,
use it well.
Build your heaven,
on my hell.
Don't you cry,
I'll always be.
Wounded warrior,
for the free.
Copyright © David Dowling | Year Posted 2010
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