A War In the Attic

I've tried to hear both sides out, to determine what is right; Two opposite opinions in my head, just living for the fight. I seem to always be trapped in the middle, and bear the wounds of the war that's waged; Like visiting two lions in the zoo, then thrown into their cage. I cannot turn my back on them, for they refuse to let me be; I'm just a third party witness, to the misery of me. They tend to steal my sleep at night, waging war til break of dawn; And by the time the dust has settled, I'm really just too far gone. I try to flood them with my tears I try to run and hide Perhaps one day God will rescue me, before they tear me up inside.