The Battle

The agony inside me burns like a fire,

the teardrops, they fall down like rain

all of the questions, they pry like a pliers

but can't find the source of the pain

if all of the tears could put out the fire

just wash them away in the rain

there would be no more need for the pliers

there'd be no more source to the pain

but the fire just rages

the tears they just fall

the pliers digs deeper

the pain beats them all

there's a war deep inside me

the battle goes on

but just like the soldiers

i have to stay strong

I'll put out the fire

and dance in the rain

the questions will vanish

and so will the pain



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