How many times have you sat and prayed,
While the child inside you runs and plays?
Clenched knuckles white with fear,
As fading memories you held so dear,

Thoughts match a broken body of scars,
That nearly fell to the place of stars,
Old and weary from the past,
Afraid to think that you’re the last.

The bonds of the fighting force,
Are forever strong, even when course,
The brotherhood line is like an evergreen flower,
Even as you sit there hour to hour.

The pictures you stare at on the mantle with pride,
Are faded from thumb prints on the side,
After a while you always smile,
Even after remember walking the murder mile.