Analysis of Once a Soldier, Always a Soldier.

The relentless aggression I witness
I bleed crimson, screams of agony resonate
Through the brick walls they travel
When will this fantasy end?
To be in this world one day
With no bodies to bury I pray.

The aroma of my past follows me where I go
In my heart there is no more optimism to show.
A statue once so pure, tainted by the history growing through it
I wonder if I will ever be clean
If the marks of war, days of terror
Will wash off.

I look in the mirror
And what looks back at me is a stranger.
My mind cannot accept
This new truth, the fact that there walks a prisoner deep in despair
Inside a body that once belonged to the dirt.
Inside a body destined to be hurt
Destined for greatness they said
What I didn't know was that they wanted me dead.

We must press on, we have to overcome.
We are forced to fight, we want to be done.
I grew my hair out
And changed the clothes I used to wear
To avoid seeing my trauma glare back at me