Wooden soldiers, in a golden war
Battlegrounds, with flames and smoke
Terror rises, in hearts of steel
Winners always believe it true
Bitter losses, of existence
Raise all flags, filled with sorrow
Happiness shall come one day
Finding not, the deeper meaning
Starving anger, with inner peace
Distorted thoughts, within the rage
Justice hovers, does not land
To melt the heart, and lead one breath
Chips and ashes, of broken men
Torn apart, while sleeping still
As they are, but do not live
Strive to be, with less effort
Settle down, without a fight
Faced with truth, and knowledge
That piece will win, every battle