Our lives are battle fields
Egressing from the womb with war paint on our faces
Soldiers live there life to fight not flight
Yet, some of us are not strong enough
We are weaker than the rest,
Carrying paper wrists and our weapons filled with blade edged bullets
Looking for an identity
We our the unknown warriors
Sulking upon tarnished territories
We will sleep in guilt ridden graves,
Apologizing to our mothers and our fathers for not wanting to fight anymore
They'll weep and beg the heavens to send you back
But you're an angel now
There is no reason for war,
There is no reason to be sad anymore
Keep savior to your paper wrist
Keeping savior in your heavenly spirit as well
It's so easy to become lost in time that you can't even bare the thought of going back
It's so comforting to be a coward, to just stop fighting.
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 3:28 PM UTC
Our lives are battle fields
Egressing from the womb with war paint on our faces
Soldiers live there life to fight not flight
Yet, some of us are not strong enough
We are weaker than the rest,
Carrying paper wrists and our weapons filled with blade edged bullets
Looking for an identity
We our the unknown warriors
Sulking upon tarnished territories
We will sleep in guilt ridden graves,
Apologizing to our mothers and our fathers for not wanting to fight anymore
They'll weep and beg the heavens to send you back
But you're an angel now
There is no reason for war,
There is no reason to be sad anymore
Keep savior to your paper wrist
Keeping savior in your heavenly spirit as well
It's so easy to become lost in time that you can't even bare the thought of going back
It's so comforting to be a coward, to just stop fighting.
