People grow up strong and straight,

They want to belong somewhere,

In youth it's sometimes hard to wait,

But the truth is, life is not always good to our taste,

We are not always willing of our loads to bear,

There are such things as pain and hate,

And being too aware, of things we are scared of,

That lay in wait in the shadows of our minds,

Haunt us with Fear, demand us of things,

Bring us to our knees, release is what it brings,

Seeking solace in helpless situations,

Drinking and drugging, pain manifestations,

Determination gone now, what was it we wanted?

Not this of course, to be forever haunted,

We gave everything we had, but it wasn't enough,

The truth is the war is just too damn tough,

No one wants to go, but once they are gone,

They never come back, waking to a foreign dawn,

Drawn as if by power, the temptation to kill,

Leaves our good hearts feeling terminally ill,

We all have two hearts; one light and one dark,

When a spark is met with fuel, our senses depart,

Bloodlust and red rage, fear fueling from behind,

Seems like we're seeing the End of Times,

Where can we go now, to find a friend?

Where can we trust, and where depend?

Its seems that the war is never gone,

Our hearts are torn, whether generals or pawns,

Perhaps things get easy the higher you go,

More responsibility, and more reaping to sow,

More death control, creeping paranoia blows,

And in our shifting eyes, our fear always shows,

Forgive us Father, we know not what we do,

If foresight could show us our ends and be true,

Perhaps we would still, have gone down the path,

Even knowing well, what is our aftermath.