I Was Born For This

Out where the battle cries echo loud,

Through the dust and the fear, I vowed,

To hold a hand when the night turns black,

To carry hope on my weary back.

The wounds run deep, but so does pride,

I’m the one who stands, who won’t subside.

I was born to be a Corman, it’s carved in my soul,

To aid, to save, to make the broken whole.

To teach the lost, to spark a fire,

This is my calling, my heart’s desire.

It’s who I am, my passion, my fight,

My life, my world, through the darkest night.

I’ve seen the skies bleed crimson red,

Held the living, and mourned the dead.

Every scar’s a story etched in flesh,

A life once saved, a heart refreshed.

Through storms and fire, I’ll stand my ground,

In the chaos, that’s where I’m found.

I was born to be a Corman, it’s carved in my soul,

To aid, to save, to make the broken whole.

To teach the lost, to spark a fire,

This is my calling, my heart’s desire.

It’s who I am, my passion, my fight,

My life, my world, through the darkest night.