Untittled 1

Broken... Bruised...
crushed... destroyed...

Yet we still stand
weary and tired
fighting a fight
that we're greatly out numbered

so many of us have fallen
yet no one steps up
to replace those that have been lost

those of us that remain
have been on the defense
and pushed into hiding
to regroup and to learn
how this new enemy fights
how it thinks, and even talks

this enemy is strong in number
and are very good at what they do
but we were once good at what we did
we have done it for years before
and we were considered the best of the best

but our time in hiding have destroyed our reputation
but not what we held onto, believed, or stood for

the enemy thinks only for himself
to get in, get out, and move on to the next
fast talk his way in
and hurt everything we have sworn to defend
this enemy has no respect, no courage
not even to the most important of us all

we are few and far between, but we still exist
the only difference now then before
is we don't wear armor
we'll still respect you, open a door, pull out a seat,
stand when you leave, and stand when you arrive
we'll give you your time and space
allowing you the room you need to think
without feeling smothered or pressured
into something that you may not want

we'll even stand up for you to protect you
when a hand is raised
and everyone seems ganged up on you

we are not the loudest nor are we the best looking
but we have held true too the beliefs that everyone has forgotten
and that you were to be treated with the utmost respect