My War
There is a war
And I am one fighting within
A bloodshed I hadn’t known to befall
Without the cause or the means
Blindly following what others do
I fought gallantly and was commendable
What I’m fighting for, its like I knew
For a life to be far from bearable
Everyone else but my cause
Everyone is happy as long I follow
Then like a grenade I toss
I’m no longer the hero
A deserter... an outcast
Shamed into believing what I believe
Never more to what I ask
I began to see of the battles to achieve
I have no reason to fight your war
When everyone do not know why they belong
Are you still fighting for?
As an outcast I rather begone
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