Walk the earth

Seven tours to the land of sand.
Orders from ones who never seen the land.
Standing with blood stained hand.

I've fought 423 fights so am I a beast.
Memories or ghosts it doesn't cease.

Street kid grew up bustling a bad life.
Guess I'm always use to strife.
Never saw good til I met my wife.

She has made me feel peace.
Bullet, knives, burns, I bare my scars say least

I struggled rgaining me
Cancer struck devil wouldn't let me be
My wife's loving touch helped me see.

So when I say I love her.
It's not just something to say in blur.

She bared through my struggle
The very reason I'm not covered in shovel.

She alone loves me whole hearted seeing worth
No one can tell me angels don't walk the earth.