Guardian, warrior, condensed into one
Savior, brother, as well as a son
The scent of sweat, leather, the powder of a gun
Moss-eyed roughness, with a smile outshining many a sun
Walks precariously close to the perilous edge
Beheads terrors of the night, with naught but a flinch
Lays down mind, body, and soul on the line
Despairs as he smirks and proclaims he's oh-so-fine
Call and he comes to the rescue, once again
For a moment forgetting he's forever damned