What if we don’t choose sides
of each political and social situation being presented in these end times?

Can we just witness these atrocities without reacting or allowing ourselves to be pulled into the drama?

How about a call to peace instead of revenge?

The experience of childhood is the richest gift life has to offer.
The gift every child on earth deserves served with a heart of gold.

You have trespassed on my soil, manned
You have stolen my nation and my land
Killed all the songbirds, the larks

You have eradicated any sense of glee
But everything you have taken from me
Around it, you will find claw marks

There's tears on the floor
And bullet holes in the door
And blood and dirt under my nails

You've made me flee from my own home
The place I live in and roam
And yet you still don't know what that entails.

Oh I miss you in the quiet, I miss you  in the noise, and I miss you in the night,
Each battle is a moment I cannot seem to fight,
For I, who has hurt the one I voiced to protect,
And now I am only left with an ocean of regret.

The mirror angers me as it shows a man I cannot stand,
A broken soldier in a war unmanned,
These choices haunt me like trauma, they weigh and they burn,
Yet, your love is where I yearn to return.

Oh I know no one could love you like I do,
With a heart aching and broken but true,
No heart could match the mellowness we shared,
No soul could clench the depth that we dared.

This war will end, this ache will indeed cease,
If ever you find it in you to grant me peace,
Only in forgiveness if that’s what you choose,
Amore mio, can I lay down these battles and find the truth in you.