Fog in the valley,
sun shining on the ridge,
working two days straight,
its enough to make some give in.
The heart of a hunter never quits,
the mind of a real man, defies the voice of being weak.
Decadence of jokes, that give a laugh.
Beer and bruises, help the time pass.
Blood on callused finger tips.
Hard work with good times, what a trip.
Grueling effort,
ruthless triumph,
never surrender,
to see a real man,
you don’t need a fortune teller.
Take a look into these eyes,
can you see to that which I am tied?
Do you see the painful past and the future soon to be forged?
I am another soldier,
I am, another man shaping a destiny from nothing.
I am relentless.
I came from the darkness,
doing what I have to,
Laugh away, doesn’t mean anything to me.
All I see when I look at you.
A casualty of pity.
Smoke rising from the fire,
four legged food,
shot down in one blast,
tearing into freshly charred flesh.
More stories to tell,
I don’t care if I’m bound for Heaven or Hell.
I’m another man bound to brutal work.
Just another Man, ringing destinies bell. |
