I stare out my window
Not knowing what to expect
Which River to Row,
Which way the wind will blow,
And if I will ever know
My fingers still tremble
My heart’s in Shambles
The aftermath of a little War Zone
Is what all this resembles
Some Wars Kill
Most wars make everyone Ill
But not this War, Oh No
This War was just a question of Free Will…
you sometimes have to fight your own war to become free…
Agreed! But sometimes you realize that your whole damn life had been a fight… then you just want to let go…