The battle that was fought in heaven,
is being fought on Earth today.
The good against the evil,
it seems the only way.

Every one of us is immortal,
but we were placed on this world to fight.
We strike in the brightness of day,
and we conquer in the darkness of night.

No matter what the faith you live,
good and evil exists in all.
Whatever time of day it is,
evil must always fall.

When our retirement comes to us,
heaven is where we'll stand.
But the battle will continue on,
in the palm of God's right hand.

i walk by in a solumn state of mind.

I realize what i have missed in my lifetime."

The heart can do strange things to a man love can change you."

i know i have had to fight my inner demons not change i have fought it off with scraps and a fist.

Can a man who does not care what people think about him what his actions are.

Considering his love has not been returned will she take in consdieration that he would take a bullet for her.


The fact that he is a great friend just a misunderstood fellow who could fit in a  indy film with a crew of rejects.

As he hits the end of the road he sees her alone realizing walking away from the hearts true feelings."

The man walks back and starts to run into the battle field of war the bullet hits him and his inner demons say any last words.

The man simply replys i won"t let you control me bleeding and all he charges them with his hearts desire and when the dust settled."

he stood in the hearts battlefied full of broken bodys and failures of his past. As he is walking back for her he"s *****  and injured.

Has peace finally come to him it has no more battles,no fighting demons  as he reaches for her the hand into the world he once knew crashed.
His bitter rage he smashes the wall freeing it but the battle that was over had hit them. Egos clashing, , arguing ,backstabbing but people were happy. Not for long though   as people felt the bitterness the man had gone through as he finally finds her she is there for him. His happyness was there the whole time but doesn"t like to reveal to much.  he realizes melancholy seconds later equals to succession.

now we're stading in the middle of the battlefied,
got my weapons on boths hands and my fingers on the triggers,
but i can't go through 'cause i know you're not bulletproof,
and i can't when i'm in love with the enemy.

The paranoia can be intense
I feel I am pursued

Help me not straddle the fence
Be kind and calm, not rude

The battlefied is my own soul
Emotional, confused

Trying for wild goodness
And not to be misconstrued

                      Full on feud