Humble Resolution
There’s a line that needs to be drawn
As the sickness is coming on
We’re battling a war here
Don’t know the reason behind this fear
It consumes us as we reflect on this horrific mess
But we’re coming with our judgment and our political address
It seems we can’t stay quiet and just make nice
Pointing fingers at the world for making this strife
We scream and fight for the right to be right
There’s a whispering in our ears that we’ll win this fight
This is the dawn of a new age, a coming revolution
But we’re missing the point, the need for resolution
And as we look down at the blood in our hands
We see this pain as a means to the end
Pick up our armor, cling to our security
We’re all just scared of this hopeless reality
That the end to the struggle requires a humble retreat
The ability to turn around and admit defeat
Copyright © Kimberly Ruiz | Year Posted 2014
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