Trifolding centrepiece, breaking foundation blocks... Mundane enterprises fronting vital thoughts Me and my worries, soldered into one... A depth of pure purity weighing a mighty ton The innocence of others who name me with a pretty tongue... The doubt in those who’ve seen me, when my nerves were wrung Order of the phoenix sitting behind old shelves... The authors of some stories must have splendour in themselves Bring me back from wonder, take the dreamy from my stare... Call me back from dreamland because those books sure land me there But sitting in this cold seat, frost building in my soul... It’s easy to forget kindness and every kind word I’ve been told The world constantly takes from us, the will to soldier on... It robs us of the reasons to triumph even when we’ve won I feel sometimes the battles are really not worth the fight... When my arms just feel like holding love and being held all night The will we need to summon hate and numbness of the heart and bone... The sacrifices that wait to be made to turn your ‘human’ into ‘stone’ Is it really worth the effort when it jades and wrecks your core?... I have heard them ring, their chords have called, to the drudgery of war.