The Iron Soldier


He stands tall and proud
Rain beating upon his skin
Each drop a hammer against his armor
Oh his armor
Forged from fire and metal
It was held in awe
Once it gleamed
Once it shined
But no more
Now the armor is dull
Now the armor scarred and marred
As the armor was
So was the man
As the armor is
So is the man
Old now though not twenty years
Old now after twenty battles
He stands still
A seasoned warrior
Though his love is long gone
And his friends have fallen
He stands tall and proud
The Iron Wall between disaster

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