I'm a fighter in an army,
but not a mighty knight.
I wear a camouflage uniform,
not a suit of shining armor.
I don't slay dragons with a silver sword;
I shoot them with my rifle from afar.
I don't get to rescue a damsel in distress;
instead, I fight for the freedom of all,
encouraging others, giving help to the fallen,
but not carrying a fair maiden out of a burning tower.
I would love to charge valiantly headlong into battle,
but I must stand guard and keep watch here in the shadows.
How I wish to come riding on a white horse
to free some imprisoned princess,
while in reality I crawl through muddy trenches,
awaiting my next command.
I'm a friend, a brother, a comrade-in-arms.
This is my current assignment until the King tells me otherwise.
I'm a sentry. I never question. I follow orders.
No matter what my heart might desire,
what disappointments I may face,
or what trials may threaten to shake the world,
I must do my duty faithfully.
This is what I do. This is who I am.
Onward, Christian soldier.