What a Brave Young Thing 3/22/02 9:54pm A bump, a bruise Scratches, cuts: They keep coming up, swelling, hardening like fruit. The fruit of a difficult life. Not so difficult, I'm no soldier. My stubbed toe does not compare with a soldier's wounds. And yet I feel like a warrior. So what's my cause? Where's my enemy? The answer: Time. I fight with my swollen heart and hands to ensure that my life isn't slipping by. It's a jealousy thing, you wouldn't understand. Maybe my strength will hold out. I'm gonna get a purple heart.