one year won't come here soon enough
but i volunteered to work for the puppeteer so i knew it'd be rough
it's just now premeires what i truly do want
in my future; to repair the beauty i've lost
life isn't fair but who would've thought
that when i looked in the mirror, my music i'd toss
i put everything off good out of fear
yet i never planned it to cost this much
i can't stand this nightmare, it's tough
but somebody must endure
eleven more months are left in my Army career
and now i'm ready to share how i've been pushed
so if you'd like to follow me there
i'll touch it up to brush off the dust
or it might get harder to hear
nothing seems right since i crossed
far from the light where darkness swallowed my cheer
now my heart needs to fight smarter, not scared
cuz they try to harm me by fright to startle me near my most challenging years
cuz i'm more than the stars and the stripes
these scars are part of the armor i wear like the bars in this story i write