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You're a Soldier
You're not a child.
You never were.
You're tired, you're hurt,
But no one gives a damn.
You run, you hide, you will not lie.
You won't have friends, only allies.
You unintentionally cause harm.
Don't tell your "friends," they'll sound the alarm.
You hide behind that eerie mask,
Shunning the question never asked.
A tearless mask, a stolen name,
You shun your friends and all the fame.
A solider without a place to call home,
You blend in anywhere, with people or loam.
You'll live with mercenaries, don't need a past,
I guess your innocence, will not last.
You're a disowned, broken heart,
With only a fortune to call your own.
You fight because you have to,
Not because you want to.
You know that peace will never last,
As long as there is hate in the human heart.
So why do you fight?
You're a solider,
A killer,
An assassin without a heart.
You're trained to kill and to be emotionless.
And yet,
You should more emotion and courage than anyone.
You're trained to be perfect.
But you're not. Anyone can see that.
I quote your words, "There is no such thing."
But you fight for it anyway.
Why? Do you fight to protect,
Like you'll try to protect her?
Or do you fight,
Because, you don't know what else to do?
You're a solider, boy.
No one cares about you.
You're a pawn, a toy.
You'll be controlled, no matter what you think.
But, no one cares what happens to you.
You'll kill innocents, children too.
Won't you feel grief, pity or sorrow for them?
Oh, I forgot.
After this, you won't be a child,
So why would you care about us kids.
You're a Soldier
You're not a child.
You never were.
You're tired, you're hurt,
But no one gives a damn.
You run, you hide, you will not lie.
You won't have friends, only allies.
You unintentionally cause harm.
Don't tell your "friends," they'll sound the alarm.
You hide behind that eerie mask,
Shunning the question never asked.
A tearless mask, a stolen name,
You shun your friends and all the fame.
A solider without a place to call home,
You blend in anywhere, with people or loam.
You'll live with mercenaries, don't need a past,
I guess your innocence, will not last.
You're a disowned, broken heart,
With only a fortune to call your own.
You fight because you have to,
Not because you want to.
You know that peace will never last,
As long as there is hate in the human heart.
So why do you fight?
You're a solider,
A killer,
An assassin without a heart.
You're trained to kill and to be emotionless.
And yet,
You should more emotion and courage than anyone.
You're trained to be perfect.
But you're not. Anyone can see that.
I quote your words, "There is no such thing."
But you fight for it anyway.
Why? Do you fight to protect,
Like you'll try to protect her?
Or do you fight,
Because, you don't know what else to do?
You're a solider, boy.
No one cares about you.
You're a pawn, a toy.
You'll be controlled, no matter what you think.
But, no one cares what happens to you.
You'll kill innocents, children too.
Won't you feel grief, pity or sorrow for them?
Oh, I forgot.
After this, you won't be a child,
So why would you care about us kids.