Again.

I was born to live beyond the borders of society.
Raised with a gun and a bottle of dew
I still remember the sirens in the night
while you still dislike me sitting in your home.
I once was a happy loner who loved to write
Then you sent me to fight your wars.
But those I fought I did not hate.

I was victorious 'cause I was coming home
my fate gave me five minutes of fame.
Now again I live beyond the borders of society
happy to ignore you as you ignore me.
I don't fit in your strange zoo of sheep
but you don't want to get rid of me.
No, those I protected I do not love.

I do know though that while I'm not welcome
you need me, maybe more than I need you.
I was not born a monster, as you know
and I too cringe when someone hurts a child.
Still I expect you to call me again
when your way of life is threatened.
And I will come, on a wing and a prayer.

Again.