I'm but a soldier
In an army called life
In my right hand a pen
In my left one a knife
When I meet my enemy
He decides which I use
I'll do what it takes
I can't afford to lose
When I meet a friend
I will have his back
On me he can depend
My loyalty won't lack
When you see me walking
Down the avenue
Will it be the pen
Or the knife I use
I'm but a soldier
In an army called life
Is it true the pen
Is mightier than the knife?
SinJace Ramos
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/soul-dear/
