Been to hell and back
time and time again

Kept walking under attack
patterns repeating my shame

Seems I had a lesson to learn
that I was not the one to blame

For the monsters that took their turn
to inflict the same old jagged pain

I was a broken soldier of love
trying my best to stay alive

Broken hearted with nothing to show
at the bloody battlefields where I arrived

Kept kicking myself up the road
ascetic to the church of broken homes

Until I'd finally paid my gruesome toll
and had my fill of broken bones

Been a long way back to the sun
to heal and fight for the queen in me

Never again will I force myself to run
someone elses trail, to their glee