The war was over but we were still battling
Fighting the doom darkness in our Souls
Like an Ancient steam ship hurtling
Towards the Bamuda or waterfalls

We had lost the best of our youth
Warring for something that wasn't
The world brought down her wrath
For a lot had changed and hadn't

Some had lost eyes, others vision
We fought to protect the reign
Without any solid reason
And our lives washed to the drain

We fought for what we believed
And healed or not some of us lived

We spent trillions of time searching for love
And forgot It's a product of patience and peace
We wasted years contemplating what we'd have
Whether awaiting us was sorrow or bliss

Atrophied centuries trying to overcome fear
Rather than welcome it and with it learn to live
We followed from behind so that they wouldn't see a tear
And we would have no long explanation or fake smiles to give

We used the lonely routes for none could be trusted
But walked armed incase anybody showed up
We waited for our trumpets to be blown till they rusted
Like the entire universe and Galaxy was having a nap

Until we actualized that pain and risk is the essence of living
None of our wrinkles were from smiles but grieving

Tell me a story..?

Let me fall asleep to your voice..
And wake up to your breathing patterns on the other line.
I don't remember the ending to the story from last night..
I must've fallen asleep between lost words and insights,

Will you tell me the story, again?