As I sit here and write through this silence of night
The voices wage war once again in my mind
The hopeful and hopeless, both blinded by sight
Bleed more dust from their armor
Never settling score
I hold dear the light, through the violent plight
The choice of my rage…to defend what is mine
To hold to the hope that soon, all will be right
No more pain will I harbor
For I’m worth so much more

The words don’t come easy as battles rage on
Especially when I’m my own greatest foe
Tortured by every word, right or wrong
Second guessing my self
Every which way I turn
I want to give up, but I want to go on
Serenity somewhere adrift in my woe
It seems that I’ve battled myself for so long
I’ve lost touch with myself
And I’ve left me to burn

Somewhere there’s a lie between myself and I
Both of us perfect strangers who cannot agree
To hope and to try, or to give up and die
If I can’t save myself
Maybe I can save me
If I find peace of mind, maybe I can survive
But which piece holds my peace still remains to be seen
When the plans of both I and myself go awry
Am I fooling myself?
Will I ever be free?

My darkness and light both continue their fight
If there is an end, it’s one I’ve yet to find
Try as I might, nothing seems to go right
Each attempt now much harder
Than each time before
So I sit here and write through this silence of night
As the voices wage war once again in my mind
The hopeful and hopeless, both blinded by sight
Bleed more dust from their armor
Never settling score