We fight with each other
Long and hard
Back and forth
For what I am not sure.
We all want love
In some form
All seeking for a key
For what I am not sure.
Im lost, within myself
Finding my feet again
Trust is growing thin
Death is the one to win.
Im not sure
If I ever make sense
Just a soul lost within
Fighting back and forth
For a prize...
A prize we'll all get in thee end.
Im rarely make sense to myself, I hope someone can make sense of this, im struggling and fighting everyday, within, to stay alive, peace and love too all you! Especially the ones living with great saddness and hunger in your heart, I know the feeling all to well.