Stranded

(I don't know if this makes sense and I'm wondering what this meant to you) It’s a long haul to see how it’s made... Peace lies beneath every struggling plate... Hounded the moments to take an oath... To set things right not to misery when fought… Wasted arguments take no, no lies... Beacon facets, giving a dull light... Wisdom imputed memories from behind... Mugging inner being to stand and strive… Foe and actions needed to hide... Where everyone else’s arms are off wide... Minds are painted in black and white... Stranded on its inner quenching mind...