Good Soldier

Today, You don't have to be a soldier

Don't have to be a soldier, stand down

It's okay to be as you were

Be as you were again.

Is it a scheme? Is it a Vision?

Is it a dream? Is it a nightmare?

Or is it a competition?

And if it is, what if we don't fight fair?

What's bald in the morning but in the evening has white hairs?

What's the cause of global warming and could it be these things right here?

I've got an idea that might not reach anyone for another light year

Got a hit list and a cloud of witnesses which is pricier

My tears are mightier than my fears

So mighty Earth provides me hurt that I keep buried until I convert it to writing

I was wounded

I was injured

I was made to move to Denver

I was taken through a new adventure

Paint stripped from it's first fixture

I was placed in another picture

I was rushed to a new landscape

And ripped away from family scraped into a politicians mistake

And what's left of talents in chests beneath oceans

Welled up behind eyelids has yet to be salvaged

A world of emotions

A guess that it might be okay

That it could be all right if expressed today

Am I a woman raised man-machine

Damaging everything I touch by not caring enough

Or too much

Am I far flung fantasy

Setting free enmity

And making friends from enemies

And bridges for the in-between's

For the highwayman on a low road

The tired back with a large load

The trials spanned till I found hope

And I found more

When I slo mo'ed

Enough of the back to face front

Let those in the pack of the race run

I'm needing an evener pace one too hasty

Makes mistakes

Can you carry a song

As strong as your arms can bear

That you keep from harm

And it will be there

When you go wrong

Make a heart from your bond

Your treasure is right here

And what's left of talents in chests beneath oceans

Welled up behind eyelids has yet to be salvaged

A world of emotions

A guess that it might be okay

That it could be all right if expressed today