My Unfallen Soldier
Why do we hurt the ones we love
My wounded soldier so strong, You rise up again and again. The battleground is our deep love, Your wounds I inflict on weak whims. You say we'll grow ever stronger. You say it's alright, I will learn, How to trust and believe in us, love, That a flame like this ever burns. You're my person, my heart, and my savior, So why at slight chills do I quake? I collapse into shivers and tears love, When my 'pricklys' take over my...