Plainly stated,
I’m getting older - bolder
Maybe, a little wiser
And I’m realizing being a soldier
Doesn’t mean you have to be hard and callous
But disciplined and mature
And just because you’re prepared for war
Doesn’t necessarily mean you have to go.
You see I’ve written too much
To simply be a poet,
Yet not quite enough to be an author,
My thoughts- despite how inspiring-
Haven’t enough structure to be considered arguments
So to say I’m an essayist would be an overstated compliment
I’m just a man,
That can’t be defined by what I do,
I’m just someone who understands
Life is complicated enough
Without our own incompetence,
And morals compromised by desires
Pave pathways to perdition,
Listen, I know “normal” folks
Don’t talk like this,
But maybe that’s why most men
Seem to lose it in the long run,
And I would love to offer you thirty days of madness
But I’ve just started to make sense
Outta the last thirty years of insanity
God has handed me
Grace….
Gradually,
So I’ve managed to get older- bolder
Maybe, a little wiser
And I’m realizing being a soldier
Doesn’t mean you have to be hard and callous
But disciplined and mature
And just because you’re prepared for war
Doesn’t necessarily mean you have to go.
And no, I don’t have all the answers
In fact I’ve got God in an interrogation room
Under a spotlight spitting out the plans to my destiny
I’ve got no secret recipe for success
Except failure,
No philosophy on life,
And there’s only a few things I tell little boys desiring to be men;
When your level of maturity offers you a platform
To teach responsibility to those around you
You’ve become a man.
Learn to stand with your head up,
If God intended for men to look down
He’d have put our eyes on our feet,
And heaven underground,
Seek favor not fame,
Don’t be afraid of change,
Everything will, and does,
Embrace love wherever you find it,
And leave yourself reminders
Of how bright life can be
So you have flashlights to see
When the sunshine is gone,
I might not be here at dawn
But hopefully,
You’ll get older- bolder
Maybe, a little wiser
Realizing being a soldier
Doesn’t mean you have to be hard and callous
But disciplined and mature
And just because you’re prepared for war
Doesn’t necessarily mean
You have to go.
I’m getting older - bolder
Maybe, a little wiser
And I’m realizing being a soldier
Doesn’t mean you have to be hard and callous
But disciplined and mature
And just because you’re prepared for war
Doesn’t necessarily mean you have to go.
You see I’ve written too much
To simply be a poet,
Yet not quite enough to be an author,
My thoughts- despite how inspiring-
Haven’t enough structure to be considered arguments
So to say I’m an essayist would be an overstated compliment
I’m just a man,
That can’t be defined by what I do,
I’m just someone who understands
Life is complicated enough
Without our own incompetence,
And morals compromised by desires
Pave pathways to perdition,
Listen, I know “normal” folks
Don’t talk like this,
But maybe that’s why most men
Seem to lose it in the long run,
And I would love to offer you thirty days of madness
But I’ve just started to make sense
Outta the last thirty years of insanity
God has handed me
Grace….
Gradually,
So I’ve managed to get older- bolder
Maybe, a little wiser
And I’m realizing being a soldier
Doesn’t mean you have to be hard and callous
But disciplined and mature
And just because you’re prepared for war
Doesn’t necessarily mean you have to go.
And no, I don’t have all the answers
In fact I’ve got God in an interrogation room
Under a spotlight spitting out the plans to my destiny
I’ve got no secret recipe for success
Except failure,
No philosophy on life,
And there’s only a few things I tell little boys desiring to be men;
When your level of maturity offers you a platform
To teach responsibility to those around you
You’ve become a man.
Learn to stand with your head up,
If God intended for men to look down
He’d have put our eyes on our feet,
And heaven underground,
Seek favor not fame,
Don’t be afraid of change,
Everything will, and does,
Embrace love wherever you find it,
And leave yourself reminders
Of how bright life can be
So you have flashlights to see
When the sunshine is gone,
I might not be here at dawn
But hopefully,
You’ll get older- bolder
Maybe, a little wiser
Realizing being a soldier
Doesn’t mean you have to be hard and callous
But disciplined and mature
And just because you’re prepared for war
Doesn’t necessarily mean
You have to go.
