Wounded Soldier
Breaking dawn with fire in her soul, She makes another day go by. Looking onward to the sky, As she feels her beating heart weaving breaths of gold, Battling demons yet another day, Yielding sometimes only to ask for more pain When the day will come, She prays to use her gifts for purpose When will the night burn bright with happiness she yearns to provide. All that she sees is another wound on her side. Carrying her burdened shoulders she awakens to another dawn, Listening to the same songs and hoping to catch her next ride.