Made To Attack

Born in a field

And made to attack

I look at the skies

And never wear black

I seem a bit old

But I’m not too young

The child inside me

Is showing it’s tongue

Worry I don’t

No matter how strange

It’s only a game

Of minimum range

I carry my coat

I carry yours too

I hold on your hand

I know we are through

Minutes from now

A day like today

You won’t feel a thing

The sun and the rain

Don’t ask about me

I know it’s a trick

Your shadow moves fast

I can’t see your feet

Burn on the sun

Fly on the moon

Take out your gun

Shoot me as soon as

I walk away

Faster than you

Running to find

Something to do

Born in a field

And made to attack

I look at the skies

And never wear black

I seem a bit old

But I’m not too young

The child inside me

Is showing it’s tongue

I was made to attack

I was

I was made to attack

I was

I was made to attack

I was

I was made to attack

I was