All of us are warriors, Soldiers in our minds.
Fighting wars for others, Battling for our lives.
Each our own Army, Yet children in his eyes.
Each our own Weaknesses, We Equally despise.
We Fight for Strength and Power, Destructions all we get
Sacrificing our foes families, all to be the best.
We kill each other off; we kill each other's Children.
All so that in the end, we can go home and hold them.
We call it growing up; we call it maturity.
Frightened Children in control, is all I seem to see.
We finally win the war, back to our families.
We yearn for a house we made a home
A place we could be free.
Trembling as we see the place, we grew to know and love.
We stumble threw the ruins, Searching for our loved.
What once was we, is now just me
There's no one left to love.
 
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