The Perfect Soldier
In lonely presence I wait here,
In hallowed halls of crimson, red.
Long hours have passed since nightly shadows,
Vanished from my eyes and dreams.
Stealth they need, or maybe power,
I can fight their war.
Why send a weak and failing man,
When I sit here waiting for their command,
To be the perfect soldier.
I walk alone in battle fearing,
I am their only hope.
If I'm to fail where others fell,
What chance have they to live.
My feelings, though so real to me,
Are nothing compared to them.
Each day I take a step toward,
The fear that keeps them still.
Because I have to be The Perfect Soldier.
They do not need to know the hurt I feel,
When they send me off to fight.
But the choice that gives them their freewill,
I lack it all in whole.
How can I refuse the ones who give me life,
They're everything to me.
That's why in lonely presence here,
I wait to be their savior,
The Perfect Soldier