Warrior to Princess

I am straight up jarhead, a grunt, dirt eater and death dealer
Meant to be a lifer and it all ended in one big flash in the sky
The Marines don’t issue wives and kids so it left only one option

Coming out in the civilian world was hard, no regiment, no disciplne in my eyes
Yet I was on a mission, find a wife, have some pant crappers and live the dream
Have a daughter and a son, make a warrior out of the latter and follow in my shadow

Strike one, out came a little girl, count all five on each arm and leg
Made a warrior cry on that day
Brown eyes, brown hair, a gift from heavan

Strike two, two years later, all twenty digits, and a woman who would not be my wife
Some glad, some sad, made a grunt cry on that day
Chin up, shoulders squared, work dawn til dusk, never missing my time to nuture

Strike three, five times four once again, new wife, new life, ready to start anew
Made a bullet sponge cry that day
Seven years wasted, working on something which couldn’t be fixed

Is it me, can’t they understand the world I come from
Makes a jarhead cry from time to time
Never the less, worst then the fog of war, raising princesses came day by day

Ten years have come and went, watching them grow, having personality
Makes a death dealer cry
My sun rises and sets on them, and that is the only sun I need

Warrior to Princess


Dunbar, United States

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Transition from one extreme to the next. Your dreams may be altered but sometimes that is what makes the difference.

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