The Fight, Fight, Fight

Raised to fight, honor bound

Can't you hear the beating of the drums?
Matching the rhythm of your heart sound?
The call of the warrior in your blood my young brave?
Glory, Truth, and Honor is the cry,
o or die!
"nd # hear $fight, fight, fight$
The Flight, Flight, Flight
Raised to fight but want to run
The %not in my stomach won&t sto',
The adrenaline ma%es me ill, with bravery none
# want to be the bystander that's loo%ing on is what # crave
(ot in the threat of 'ain or worse, brave #&m called
)ut cowardly cursed*
)ut # +ust can't ignore the voice $fight, fight, fight$
The ecision, ecision, ecision
My fear of dishonor is greater than the fear of 'ain*
# wish # felt the anger but
,eft with nothing to sustain*
The lum' in my throat and sweat beading on my brow raves
# engage with friend and foe and my fear turns into a numbing woe
"utomated soldier with the words ringing in my ear $fight, fight, fight$*
The "ftermath, "ftermath, "ftermath
# feel nothing but sic%ness of the adrenaline dri'
The memories are not the victories but failures that into
my 'syche ri's*
The unmentionables stay loc%ed away unto my grave
# fight not because # want to or that # wish to be a hero
For the unforgivable truth is glory doesn't really e-ist
#t is short lived and at best leaves you left with .ero*
)ut my heart still insists $fight, fight, fight$
The (ow, (ow, (ow
# stand here on a stormy hill
/ith the legions of hell and of this world bidding for my blood*
Their war cry is of the sounds of a revenge ravenous shrill
#'m cold, tired, and half dead, # yearn for the home my ,0R has gave
)ehind me stands my only friend, The Holy 0ne dressed in white*
He 'uts his hand on my shoulder and whis'ers $# will deliver your enemies into your
hands but you must do it for only My Glory and using only My Might*1
# raise my sword over my wary head, charging, and screaming $fight, fight, fight$
2 )y Mar% ,ambert 34 May 3567