We fight with each other Long and hard Back and forth For what I am not sure.
We all want love In some form All seeking for a key For what I am not sure.
Im lost, within myself Finding my feet again Trust is growing thin Death is the one to win.
Im not sure If I ever make sense Just a soul lost within Fighting back and forth For a prize... A prize we'll all get in thee end.
Im rarely make sense to myself, I hope someone can make sense of this, im struggling and fighting everyday, within, to stay alive, peace and love too all you! Especially the ones living with great saddness and hunger in your heart, I know the feeling all to well.