Standing at the gates, with a downstruck gaze and shattered soul;
All the was once, lost, and sealed into the past.
Freedom, love and joy; only exist in your memories;
Life's never gonna be the same,
You've gone off to join the legion.
Oh why oh why, did you throw it all away:
The life you once had;
Those memories you were meant to replay?
Was it all so bad, that you had to run away;
Hand over your soul,
And depart for the legion?
Life is scraping by, in lengthy march and sombre song;
An insincere salute, as you delegate your mind.
All that was once, lost, and replace with this robust life.
The romance and adventure evaporated;
The reality of the legion.
Oh why oh why, are you here to stay:
With the life you now have;
The future which will lead to decay?
Is it really worth it, to not run away;
Rejoin your soul, and regain you freedom?
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Like the fancy punctuation too!
It's about joining the French Foreign Legion then realising that I don't need to be there, and that my life before was great!
It should be longer, but I couldn't be bothered to finish it.