I’m in a room
A war room
I use these barracks quite often
To plan and to think
About the problems that arise
To thwart my victory

The room is red
With black drapes that don’t cover windows
There aren’t any windows in the war room
And the desks in the room
are covered with paper
Previous plans that didn’t quite stick

I spend a lot of time
here in the war room
Gathering info and formulating ideas
Though I don’t think many
have ever seen battle
And I know that none of them have ever won
If I had won
the walls wouldn’t be red

Here in the room
I am alone
These wars that I fight
are completely my own
But others do pass by sometimes
Lending a hand as often
As they rip the plans to bits and pieces

I’m in a room right now
The war room as usual
Though I know that it’s pointless
When the battle is out there
I can plan and scheme and justify myself
Believing that the day will come
When I’ll enter the battle field
And all of the foes will fall dead at my feet

But it’s not that easy
To win a war you have to fight
And not just sit in your war room
That’s as red as a rose
On a cold winters night