A little voice came walking
into my mind today
A little voice came creeping
and told me along the way

That every day there is a time
when we must go
to a place we’ve never been
and aren’t happy to, so...

The little voice it scratched at me
and made me turn away
and then it hit me on the head
and looked at me, as if to say

The coward wins a lonely battle
the cheat a minor hand
They both go off to other wins
without the pipes or band

I looked around for the voice
and thought I saw it near
but when I looked for it again
someone handed me a beer

And told me that courage
was not a throw or toss
Just doing what you have to do
and not counting the personal loss

And bravery (that amazing thing)
is being to scared to duck
And hoping above hope
and trusting God and luck

then I heard on a distant shore
a gruff and snarly voice
that spoke of Duty, Honor, Country
and said I had a choice

To serve a man or serve a land
or serve the mighty buck.

I stopped there and listened to the clouds,
the sound of wings against the trees.
I listened to that little voice
and the answer stuck.

Keep the faith with what you know
and who you have become
Don’t let the bastards grind you down
don’t let them take your fun.
Keep the faith with those you love
and keep them always near
there will be pain and hurt and gladness
and maybe a laugh and tear.

The little voice always talks to me
even when I don’t hear
the little voice sounds remarkably
like you, my dear.