Wars

I couldn't hear a word of what he's got to say no more As there was this war coming about in my head Soldiers against soldiers Men against men Tearing each other apart Eating each other's hearts I only can define a tiny bit of it For there was no war in the history To be defined by the human race, Humane enough to be borne by people's hearts And this one was no exception I might have to admit to the darkness of my soul The wounds of my own But wounds are nothing to be created by the wounded The wounded is just a prey for a predator's words As I was to him As I am to anyone The pitfall which I've been trapped in Is the story of my life