Sunday, September 8, 2013


The first battle is done and fought
I know who I am now
They tremble and weaken
Seeking a cause to believe in
How can I-?
How will I-?
They find strength in their weakness
And I can nary life my head.

The war is done and its soldiers dead
I know who I am now
Others bled and died side by side
Seeking to change the battle's tide
How did I-?
How will I-?
The living weep with grief and strife
And they find peace in death.

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