I am here serving my time,
And I don’t know were to draw the line,
I’ll never see the world through your eyes,
Blissfully unaware of the living lies.

My solid presence is here,
Told how not to show any fear,
But my body is hollow,
And senior commands I will blindly follow.

A woman’s touch to me is xeno,
Like with you seeing a tanned albino,
My bed a cot and my duvet a sleeping bag,
Around my neck is my chain with tag.

I see couples cuddle on the box,
As I numbly wash my dirty socks,
I have been told that I am like a stone,
Maybe it’s why I am so alone.

What will I do when I leave?
Maybe I’ll get out the gates and statue freeze,
Or maybe with my last memories laid,
Carried by six to my last parade.

Shed no tears for my life,
For I probably will not have a wife,
I always did try to do my duty,
But some people just think I am loopy.