I wish you could really see

I wish you could see how I walk
When your chains aren’t cast all about my neck
When I walk free of you
I am the Soldier Man
Taller than the rest
My boots don’t stumble me
There is blood spotted on my face
My lip is split open
But I wear it different
When you aren’t looking
Your blue eyes to that brain
Making out a silly girl child
Where the Soldier Man should be
Fetters hobble my purposeful stride
Under a yoke so heavy
Then you crack the whip to mach schnell
And you ask why I plow up
Dark furrows across the plain of my brow