Fighting an inward battle,
Smiling at the world outside,
Not that it was supposed to be satisfying,
It was better than cowering to life and dying.

It's an old man's game, I think,
To think too much about everything that goes on,
But helpless one must be,
For stuck in mazes inside of his head he is,
Unable to move beyond.

Alive one is,
When in love or in war,
Rephrase that saying, saying all's fair,
Darling, it's only in life,
It's never fair at all.

War is not meant to decide right or wrong,
It's simply against all odds,
Like loving someone you can't have,
Yet living only for a night with her alone.

That's how it is with some people,
Just, unlucky some are, or so they seem,
Fated to be a rebel, a fighter,
Only solace in struggle, and only sleep in dreams.