From the moment of birth,
I was shunned by the earth.
Try to be a good person for what its worth,
A new beginning was just another curse.
Just another trap to make me fail,
Trying to fight off enemies, my arms flail.
Since day one, born a fighter,
Those who are with me in my struggle, we only get tighter.
We are all given something to survive since day one,
Why did God make a soldier out of this son?
There is no such thing as peace,
At least I am able to just bend at my crease.
I survive when I should break,
All the things I put up with, how much can I take?
Trying to be good but, in Hell I’ll bake,
Wrath and rage from my mistakes rumbles me like an earthquake.
Some people were never meant to see light,
Babies born soldiers ready to fight,
Paranoia leaves me in constant fright,
I lie awake another night.
People attack me and try to confuse me,
I was happy for a little while and now they’re all trying to screw me.
Why am I chosen?
Left behind while heaven’s gates are closing,
People attack me and they’re words are exploding,
I watch helplessly as my life is unfolding.
I could have lived in so much relief,
If I had known being good would only give me grief.
Never enough are my deeds,
They turn on me, the clear warnings I didn’t heed.
Maybe I am wrong,
I’m a baby born soldier but not for long.

 
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