The War

On this Battlefield of our hearts,
Blood is spilled, Names are lost,
Who would've thought things could change so fast?
Everyday someone else blown apart.

And on this Battlefield of our hearts,
Others run to fix the pieces left by someone else,
Only to find themselves drawn to and endless space.
The space of lost souls and broken hearts.

This Battlefield of our hearts,
Is such a vast place.
Who wouldv'e thought it fits between us two?
Everyday land is lost and gained,
But the land is no good,
When you rescue a different soldier,
Than the one fighting for you.

So yet another soldier enters the field.
I guess its my day to be blown apart..

by Targus100
posted on 04/21/2008