War is a strange thing. It has been happening for hundreds of years. The thing about war is, it’s always there, always stirring, in the hearts of men. War is something that you can’t run from, but can’t really face, either. In fact, war is many things. But glorious, amazing, even heroic, war is not. It’s merely doing what’s right, every day, over and over and over again, even if one day you lie dead on the battlefield, another casualty of the fight. That’s war. It’s having the strength to aim a gun at another human and making the choice to pull that trigger. It’s charging right at death himself
Let me just take,
Another happy pill,
To ignore my problems,
The reality is,
I do everything for a man I love,
But I get nothing in return,
Always hoping,
For a ring,
And commitment,
But I suppose that day,
Will never come,
I will forever be a maid,
With nobody to appreciate me.
Let me take,
Another happy pill,
And be numb,
To the reality I face
Save me,
From myself,
From my fate,
I'm trapped,
Like a bird,
In my own head,
I have caused myself,
To be in this cage,
Without even knowing it,
Save me,
Because I can't save myself
What am I to do,
I am chained,
And have no ability to be free,
Chained by love and duty,
I guess its time to give up,
And accept these chains,
For I am a prisoner,
And my jail is forever
What happened to the simple life,
When loving was so easy,
To love another was easy,
I miss,
Those light blue eyes,
If only it were so easy,
To love again