Good Soldier - Flobots

Today, you don’t have to be a soldier

Don’t have to be a soldier, stand down

It’s okay to be as you were

Be as you were again

Is it a scheme?

Is it a vision?

Is it a dream?

Is it a nightmare?

Or is it a competition, and if it is, what if we don’t fight fair?

What’s bald in the morning, but in the evening has white hairs?

What’s the cause of Global Warming, and could it be these things right here?

I got an idea that might not reach anyone for another light year

Got a hit list and a cloud of witnesses, which is pricier?

Well my tears are mightier than my fears, so mighty Earth

Provides me hurt that I keep buried until I convert it to writing

I was wounded, I was injured, I was made to move to Denver

I was taken through a new adventure, paint stripped from its first fixture

I was placed in another picture, I was rushed to a new landscape

And ripped away from family scraped into a politician’s mistake

And what’s left of talents in chests beneath oceans

Welled up behind eyelids has yet to be salvaged

A world of emotions, a guess that it might be okay

That it could be alright, if expressed

Today, you don’t have to be a soldier

Don’t have to be a soldier, stand down

It’s okay to be as you were

Be as you were again

Am I a woman-raised man-machine damaging everything

I touch by not caring enough or too much?

Am I a far-flung fantasy setting free enmity

And making friends from enemies and bridges for the in-betweens?

For the highwayman on the low road

The tired back with a large load

The trials spanned 'til I found hope

And I found more when I slow-moed

Enough of the back to face front

Let those in the pack of the race run

I’m needing an evener pace, one

Too hasty makes mistakes

Can you carry a song as strong as your arms

Can bear that you keep from harm?

And it will be there when you go wrong

Make a heart from your bond, your treasure’s right here

And what’s left of talents in chests beneath oceans

Welled up behind eyelids has yet to be salvaged

A world of emotions, a guess that it might be okay

That it could be all right if expressed today

Today you don’t have to be a soldier

Don’t have to be a soldier, stand down

It’s okay to be as you were

Be as you were again