War Cry

How can you say you've heard him cry,

If you've never felt the struggle,

never seen him fight?

Echoes of the battle,

man, that's his life.

You talk about the pain,

but you don't know the grind,

Every tear's a story,

every loss redefined.

War cry in the night,

that's the sound of the bold,

A heart forged in fire,

can't be bought or sold.

He walks with a burden,

history in his stride,

Every tear's a testament,

can't just brush aside.

So before you judge the sound of his pain,

Know the roar of the fight,

know the fire in the rain.

How can you say you've heard him cry,

never felt the pain,

When the echoes of his struggle run like blood in the rain?

You judge from a distance,

wrapped in your own lies,

If you've never heard his warrior cry in the night,

How can you say you've even seen him fight?

Every scar tells a story,

Life's a rough draft,

but he's writing with intent.

Life's a battlefield,

every moment a test,

You can't claim to understand,

unless you've faced the quest.

So listen close,

hear the truth when it flies,

How can you say you've heard him cry,

without his war cries?