Sound the bugle now; play it just for me.
As the seasons change, remember how I used to be.
Now I can't go on; I can't even start.
I've got nothing left, just an empty heart.

I'm a soldier, wounded so I must give up the fight
There's nothing more for me, lead me away...
Or leave me lying here.

Sound the bugle now; tell them I don't care.
There's not a road I know that leads to anywhere.
Without a light I fear that I will stumble in the dark...
Lay right down; decide not to go on.

Then from on high, somewhere in the distance...
There's a voice that calls "remember who your are.
If you lose yourself, your courage soon will follow...
So be strong tonight; Remember who you are..."

You're a soldier now!
Fighting in a battle to be free once more...
Yeah, that's worth fighting for!

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I want to thank everyone who has been there for me these last few weeks.
I've been drifting in an out of consciousness with reality,
and several evens have been pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
But because of all those who helped me,
and my recent work in therapy,
I've been able to bounce right back.
You know who you are when I say thank you,
from the deepest parts of my scarred heart.
I know it's a crappy sketch,
but it's all I had time for today, sadly.
♥

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