"And the last thing I want for you to see is a soldier crying.
Let the melodies see you through the wars right now
While I sport, with pride, the split lips and black eyes.
I'm fighting the war of the ages just to hold your hand tonight
And using the cost of comfort now as a tool for compromise."
^^. Classic Ian. And do know, I'm not refering to the simple text; it's the depth that I'm talking about. Though, as I say it out loud, I could also be refering to your style of poetry. Whichever comment floats your boat, then. :]].