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.