Times like these

It's times like these,
That I wish I could capture memories

'Cuz one day I'll
Be sitting alone,
Writing a book,
In a broken down home.

It's days like these,
That make me wish
I could just follow the breeze.

'Cuz tomorrow,
I'll be
Thrown about,
Fighting
For
A town,
That I never even
Cared about.

It's conversations,
Like ours,
That remind
Me,
Why I have my scars.

'Cuz I'll always
Be fighting,
For people
Who've
Never even
Heard of me.