Such a torn, weary heart
Its own blood on its hands
Knowing which way it now must go
The battle’s been long
All did not go as planned
And the victory has yet to be won
For it’s so hard to flee
When you’re your own worst enemy
You’re weaknesses already known
It’s hard to be strong
When it’s by your own hand
You find yourself undone

Now a new fork in the road less traveled
Just as hard a choice as the last
Once again the decision:
To let it all go
Or continue reliving the past?
For though one ghost is laid to rest
Still others remain
Screaming on
Denying request
For one moment of rest
Some days, it’s so hard to move on

But, the war carries on
The new battle so long
The heart wonders, “Will this stand be my last?
Has it all been in vain
To now find myself slain
‘Fore this dream I have fought for comes true?”
With weapon still drawn
Its resolve almost gone
Deeming failure won’t be its repast
It thrusts through the heart of its self
Weak, yet strong
Winning naught but the battle anew

Yet, time and again
Both in loss and in win
The heart finds strength deeper within
‘Til it meets its last breath
With all strength it has left
It will war with its self once again
For it would rather die fighting
Than to fight not at all
Even if all is lost therein
Despite heartache’s disease
My heart longs to be free
In anothers true love 'til the end