Color me intrigued, now that I have found my place.
It's true, I am a soldier but that's one of many scars on my face.
I've stumbled through the darkness on this dim lit trail I walk.
Been questioned by the spirits that behind me, now all stalk.
They've followed my trail of tears and been feasting on my fears.
I can hear their awful shrieks that has drawn blood from my ears.
But carry on I must, for the feeble minded few.
That's the lie I tell myself, truth is, I must go on for you.
But I don't know if I've met you, my lovely lady Liberty.
I am told you stand for freedom and that dream sounds good to me.
©jarnmarr
J