The Home

The warrior sets out everyday,
on a mission, beyond self,
for everyone, he is the hope
he is the voice of the voiceless,

He can't afford to lose,
it is not his battle to lose,
he has lives to take care of,
so he is invested, very invested

But what happens to him?
Why is he too strong?
Why can't he just be human?
Why can't he be vulnerable?

Does he have a home to go?
Or is battleground his home?
He tells himself that the battleground is his home
He sacrifices himself in the supreme duty

But there is a little hope, 
hidden deep inside him,
a hope of a home to go back to,
but why is the hope burried?

Has he locked the home?
Has he normalized the battleground?
How can he value his home?
So he be a little more human?

He is a vulnerable, weak human
that's how he was born,
the inner child is still alive,
waiting, waiting, the child gave up

So an adult grew up,
Who fights it all alone,
who enjoys responsibility,
who can take scars like an ornament

But he is a human, he deserves hope
and he found hope, a home to go to
but he is too lost in the battleground
he needs to see the home 

He is a human to begin with
and a warrior only later
He may be the savior for the others
but he is a child, a human to his home

His home wants him to leave the scars behind
to rejuvenate, to be himself, to be vulnerable
to really find his ecstacy, his bliss
so he knows he has a home to go back to

There is ying in the yang 
and yang in the ying
home in the battleground
and battleground in the home

Why do you not see the home?
Every bird has to go back to their nest
No matter how far you fly
The nest is where you go to

The warrior sees the truth, the home
but wonders, how did I miss it
now that I see light, at the end of tunnel
how do I now life to the fullest

The warrior is reflecting,
the child is smiling again,
the human is living again
It will be beautiful, for everyone!