Poetry In Emotion [Completed]

Soldiering on

Am I really a soldier in someone's army?
That can't be!
If so, I must prepare for battle
But who am I fighting? A snakes rattle?

Even so, if I'm a part of someone's army, I must prepare for war
Cause, who knows, we might meet someone we abhor
An enemy of an enemy of a friend
We'll just have to ignore that and fight them till the end!

But where is my armor, where can it be?
Did it just leave me all alone here to fight in the army?
I must find it quickly before it's too late
And they blow the horn of war and we are supposed to be prepared: in a good state
All dressed up and ready for the fight about to ensue
I'm supposed to be ready too

Where is my armor when I need it most?
Where's my newly polished armor so that when the war starts, my armor will be clean and I can proudly puff my chest and boast?

I better hurry up and find it, because without it I can't soldier on
The head commander will tell me to be gone
What to do? What to do?
There are only a couple of options to go through
Either go to the closet full of armor to see which one fits me
Or just give up, but that's not me, can't you see?

But I will soldier on
Find my armor before I need to be gone
Going into war with an enemy of an enemy of a friend
I'll just have to the rules bend
Take armor from the closet next door
This will help me for sure
Then, I can go into battle safe and sound
Fighting with them on the same ground
No need to worry about too many injuries too
Because I'll just soldier through