My Soul Revealed

Tattooed to my skin forevermore

In place of my spine,

A silver staff,

it gleams tonight,

Showing the purity of the Hospital Core.

With wings, white, tattered, scorched, & broken,

folded down my flanks.

This . . .

the integrity of the individual Coreman.

Integrity burns like a holy flame

Each Coreman knows the weight of the name.

They help as we soar

through the bullets raining down from Hell.

2 Dragons the length of my spine,

face to face.

Red bodies twisted around the staff

scorched and damaged,

Symbolizing the blood shed.

Complete in our armor,

we run through the gates of Hell itself for a wounded Marine.

A thousand cries echo through the night,

We fight for life under crimson light.

Scarred and torn yet we don’t retreat,

The Core stands tall where heaven and hell meet.

Scorched earth beneath a trembling hand

Damaged hearts yet we still pull through

For a wounded marine we give all to you.

Wings may break but spirits won't die,

Under darkened skies we learn to fly.

Through the fire through the pain,

For the wounded we rise again.