Forcing a pen into the hand of your inner author
Draft a new chapter
In this book called life, you'll have no choice
You are taking the tour
Of what you're trained for

Feeling lost
Change of face
Conceal the
Bitter taste

The dust, the death, the dread, the doubt, disease, despair
With wide open arms welcome it all

For the good of a country to date that has lacked all order
We can open doors
To a future deemed bleak we're unmasking a potential to soar
Make good of this war

Embrace the horror

One fifty-two reporting for duty sir

Light at the
Tunnel's end
One year of
Enduring

The dust, the death, the dread, the doubt, disease, despair
With wide open arms welcome it all

For the good of a country to date that has lacked all order
We can open doors
To a future deemed bleak we're unmasking a potential to soar
Make good of this war

One fifty-two reporting for duty sir