Winning the War
I’ve come for the battle, of right to live;
My weapon of choice, to possess something to give.
I can speak volumes, without making a sound;
Though so spiritually lost, thought never to be found.
The armor within, so battered and bruised;
My only victory can be, that I can be used.
Forever and a day, chases a setting sun;
Time and again, if peace is to be won.
I can say not, for you must make your own choice;
But to defend your heart, as the ocean is moist.
And so nourished by tears, yet seasoned with years;
My purpose now disclosed, to allay your fears.
Taking up this battle, need not necessarily be fought;
For the prize is love, and just as easily taught.
I can speak volumes, without making a sound;
Though so spiritually lost, thought never to be found.
The armor within, so battered and bruised;
My only victory can be, that I can be used.
Forever and a day, chases a setting sun;
Time and again, if peace is to be won.
I can say not, for you must make your own choice;
But to defend your heart, as the ocean is moist.
And so nourished by tears, yet seasoned with years;
My purpose now disclosed, to allay your fears.
Taking up this battle, need not necessarily be fought;
For the prize is love, and just as easily taught.
