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
