Under the treath of war Our hearts are filled with doubt What are we fighting for Why can't we work things out Our pride and dignity Still is the highest goal But for our victory Will to risk it all No one knows who begun Or how this thing may end But no one will have won Some scars will never mend
Reason for writing:
Where does inspiration come from?
How can I understand the depths of the heart.
Birth sign: Not entered
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