I confide as an older man Not much older than when he began That I carry the sword with a perilous grip And a trembling heart Only kept in these hands by unwavering hope And my brothers in arms I confide as an infant son Night light on in a nightmare won That I still call my friends Like I ran as a child to my parents' bed When I've nowhere to hide Like You once had no place to rest Your head I want to hold on I want to fight as a man who did his best I want to bleed out For my friends in the field at love's behest I want to be John I want to lean like a kid against Your chest And lean against the chests Of those who lean against Your chest