The Life He Knew
By: A.K.A Anonymous

This is a poem for the Perfect Soldier.
This is not an excuse for his wrongs.
This is not an apology for his actions.
This is not an explanation of his deeds.
This is the life he knew.
He fought battles; it was what he was made for.
He was alone; it was what he was trained for.
He was betrayed; they created him not to care.
They took everything he had, but he fought on.

He met a sad girl who spoke of peace.
She was an obstacle in his private war.
She was an enigma he couldn't ignore.
She was a purpose when he was lost.
A light in the life he knew.
She fought battles; it was what she was made for.
She was alone; it was what she was trained for.
She was betrayed; she couldn't help but care.
They took everything she had, but she fought on.

This is a poem for the Perfect Soldier.
His battles were bloody, she stopped them.
He was alone, she stood by him.
They were betrayed, they fought on
to change the life they knew.