SelfPub: And I'll get back in.

I.
I'll tell you about my war,
Cry in your shoulder,
And then straighten his back and goes back,
Not thinking about anything.
I from the war can't go
I retreat not used.
From the scene runs a deserter,
But I'm not a wimp and the bull!
Fed up with battle and way of life.
Who? For what? Why?
Me bad and hard. But I was used to.
I had built your captivity.
And I confess, to leave the front
I am very much afraid:
Service is my duty and the guilt will gnaw
If you lose your temper.
So, honey, there is no escape -
Go again to fight.
You tweak the tuners on the fretboard
And I'll get back in.
II.
And to whom are you building character?
I know you as myself.
I would be able to reassure you
And strengthen your weakened spirit.