He's been through it.
What you'd never want to go through.
Unless you go through it.
You'll have no clue.
He's the one,
Who wants to cry it out on a shoulder.
Fire burning inside,
But pretending none could get any colder.
He's a soldier, for not a war, to fight.
But for holding on, to the ones he loves,
Even when it's dark,
With eyes shining bright.
Lives life as if it were a cage.
Hope in his heart, but no rage.
He knows he has to walk miles,
Yet he smiles, smiles and he smiles.