Walk through bullets every day,
And don't flinch from the sting of their passing.
Blood and bone only hurt so long, so walk on.
Don't flinch, though the staccato gunfire beats you down relentlessly,
Just meet them with a resolute grin and remember the price you paid.
That same kid with the wonder of the world tucked in his pocket,
Long summer days and kicking through dry yellow grass,
Finding your feelings for the first time as you hurt with shivering sobs,
Knees tucked up as hoarse breaths racked your adolescent soul,
Loves first loss.
Remember the ambition and yearning you had?
Wide dreams that seemed to spin off the pages of books,
Magic in a parents hug and the fluttering moths by the old window pane.
Do you regret the compromises you made as the evening set in?
Trying on a hundred coats and finding the first one that fit,
Was not fitting.
You were made in those dreamy days,
When each minute seemed to last a day,
That sunshine memory is stronger than steel cobwebs,
And more fleeting than rain.
And when the end comes, that same wide eyed wonder kid,
Will laugh one more time as the sun sets,
To go kicking through the old field by the lane,
Where the kites fly high in the ethereal air.
So don't flinch,
Walk through the bullets and grin,
The more things change... the more irritating it gets