dodging bullets

i'm not a saint
i use my smile to disarm
humor to crack vaults
patience to wear down the hardened.
the path behind me is riddled with stories
fun tragic all life
lessons are pinned to the bulletin.
skirmishes battles full blown war
my scars disclose the details
my faith points to the next one
where i suit up
enter the field with an exposed heart
fearless
ready to fight throw down get dirty
and while i'm dodging bullets
putting in the good fight
i'm waiting
waiting for that chick with the perfect aim
to line me up in the cross
and put me down for good.