The Fighter

Looking down from buildings he will survey

All around him he sees life so fragile

That makes up what he's fighting for today

For why does he stand there like a dark angel?

He is protector but no one would know

When there was peril he was always there

Though one look at him would not tell you so

And he will continue though it's not fair

For this burden was not taken by choice

Though he will do it and will not complain

Decided before he was given voice

He doesn't like to see people in pain

He'll wait for the day but it's not this one

One day will come an end to his mission