Guerra
Ever since birth my life has been war
Picking locks when knobs won't open the door
Breaking down walls when there's no window
Try to keep my wounds clean and my mind keen
Got nothing but memories and battle scars to show
******* by nature but rarely mean
I loose a lot of battles but still try to win the war
My heart keeps beating through the day and night
I've been breathing since Autumn of '84
My wisdom grows through the pain and fight
In war there is no true beauty
Only in death after the call to duty
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