I'm going to fight,
Though no one forced me to this plight.
No motivation drives me there,
But I can't stand still, consumed by despair.
I'm going to fight,
No reason calls, no one's waiting for my might.
No reason here to stay , yet no reason to go
So I rip all the letters , in the river , let them flow
I wish I could return, tell you it's over, I'm here,
But I fear the light, my darkness I can't conquer.
To say it's done, but you'd never understand,
This endless war, a start with no end in hand.
You've never fought for life since your very birth,
Never seen your family ripped from this earth.
A bomb on a porch, on a Sunday afternoon,
Their lives extinguished, beneath a blood-red moon.
You never had to watch them go,
Never put your life behind you, and let the sorrow flow.
Never run so fast, so far,
As war's smoke turned invisible, a distant scar.
I won't let these old pigs their plans enact,
These foxes plotting, their wicked pact.
Not for the ones who shoot rockets in the sky,
But for the child who wished, thinking it was a shooting star
Those who dropped bombs, their cruel, heartless game,
At night they go home, their children call their name.
Would you tell them the toy in their hand,
Is the same one another child clutched, with a scream, and a dying command?
Would you tell them what you've done?
Or would you leave it, let the memories become undone?
Let rust and dust cover the pages of history's plight,
For no one carries the weight of the past, in the darkest night.
For it's happened before, and it will happen again,
No one lasts, not the mother you killed, young or old, then.
It ends so cold, like your heart, like your iron-clad bolt,
But my darling, I have to go, my story must be told.
I don't want to leave you behind,
But for my life, I must run and find.
You don't want to say goodbye,
But you'll have to watch me fade, far, far, far, into the sky.