the bodies of red and dirt
with the rain burning holes in the armour
the hillsides turning into mountains
but yet the will to run towards the pain
the hope for a clean end
the feeling that you left your soul behind
and the chest being pulled inwards
Ever fought a losing war,
the mist is colored with lost feelings
where the snowflakes never reach the ground
his voice is a million miles south
the sun holds a brief memory within
the air is heavy with a lamenting din
the feet sinking into what could have been
a different story of shame and guilt
Ever fought a losing war,
A tale of false hope and all the love lost.
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