Broken Warrior

I wanted to be a warrior for this generation, but this soldier has lost her battle cry.

I wanted to encourage my fellow troops to fight, but when it comes to "do" I'd rather "die".

I wanted to help the desperate find the daylight, but instead I stumble in the night.

I know in my soul who wins the war, but dear God in these battles I've lost my will to fight.

I wanted to help other people, but now I need it desperately too.

I wanted to smile but that's something I've forgotten how to do.

My temper is as red

As my blood I want to shed

Because pain is something I know I feel

When nothing else seems to be real.

I feel like the walking corpse of the me I used to know,

But I've forgotten her name and now my life is just a show.

Listen, all you who feel like I do:

We can beat this, make it through.

Let us crawl through dirt and dust,

Go kicking, screaming, if we must.

But we will live to fight yet another day,

Because I know despite the hell we live, it will turn out okay.

Whether or not you know it there's a God who cares,

Without Him I'd be buried already, and I know He's there.

If perfection can carry a cross for my wrong

And face all our scorn, and love us this strong,

I know He must love us, and just watch, we'll survive

And we'll come out bruised, bloody, and beat, but alive.