End of a War
The comes a time to stop the fight, to lay down arms and sleep at night
All the battles won all the battles lost, you’re left behind to count the cost
As your pick you way through what is left, you note the things of which you’re
bereft
The cost is high and your worlds in ruin, you stumble on not sure what you’re
doing
Walking through the smoke that drifts around, avoiding deep craters in the ground
Wondering how you ruined this once fine land, answers your heart does demand
As you run through the events of late, you find the touch of an endless hate
It clings to the earth, the grass, the trees, its darkening touch puts you on your
knees
To finding its source you bend your mind, the route of this thing you have to find
Tracing the scars across the land, through smoking wrecks and bags of sand
Across rivers of blood and lakes of black, I follow this taints acrid tack
Buts as I follow, this trail does change, from pure hate to a different range
The trail descends from heaven above, this destruction came from the deepest
love.
This knowledge breaks my defence with ease and the last of me scatters upon
the breeze.
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