Fighting for friends

He may not be the smartest.

May not be the strongest.

May not be the tallest.

May not be the coolest.

May not be the biggest.

Might not be the hardest.

May not be the toughest.

But he knows where he heart is.

And if you call on him to fight 

a war between arms

He will scar for you, 

and put himself in the way of harms.

For fire of friends burns in his heart,

And while his knuckles bruise

And he bleeds on the dirt,

He will still carry on, with you in his mind.

For this weakling will fight until the fighting ends. 

Or until he dies.