Bruised by the badge I wear
I wrote this just barely. I understand that I am yet wearing a badge but none the less I wrote it.
“Bruised by the badge I wear”
I am bruised by the badge I wear
I face the world, I face my fears
For every battered child that knows my name
For every dead baby I couldn’t save
I am bruised by the constant hate
The constant feeling of being too late
The broken spirit and the broken bones
Taking an abusive father, leaving a broken home
The drops of blood and the drops of tears
That stain my shirt, the shirt I wear
From seeing things I can’t describe
The awful images that haunt my mind
I cannot run and I cannot hide
I can’t escape or change the time
I am trusted to walk a line
That leads to more things I can’t describe
What makes it worth it, what makes me proud
Are the hugs I get from a little child
For every person I can help or save
For being a child’s hero saving the day
And when I go home to my family so dear
I know that they love me and I can leave my fear
Of what tomorrow’s fate may know
The badge I wear proudly, and on I go
