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