THE WAR WITHIN US

War is within me. I know what your struggles are.
We fight for two different reasons, but from the same heart.
Your heart beats as you hide beneath trenches and mine beats to the sound of life - a silent life that screams to live.

Our struggles run deep. We are trapped within our own souls,
waiting to be discovered, yours by fellow soldiers and me, by myself. Isn't it funny how our souls are locked within?

You are a soldier at odds with other countries. Me, I'm an unmatched soldier of life, whose soul tarries like the wan soldier that sits in the infirmary, sick and waiting to be set free. Our uniforms are tattered from the wars we wear within us. Some call it caitiff. I call it prudence. The war within us won't let go.

We can't see the victory, but others somehow see it clearly. The war within us is neither past, nor present, but simply forever - at least, as long as our souls remain locked within this war.
Yours physical and mine internal.

The war whispers tell you to just get up and look over the trenches and you'll see freedom, but lassitude denies you strength. The war whispers try to tickle my soul as fond memories flash before my psyche, yet ire denies me strength.

Endorsed for your dauntless acts, soldier, continue to fight.
For your strength alone yields my sorrowful war within. You must continue to battle. For your war that will be victorious, calms my war, if only you will get up and look over the trenches. For they are waiting, but they can't see you because fear hides you I too think.

Fight my dear soldier. Fight.

Desolate soldiers such as me; depend upon your vigor for strength, hoping it will end my war within.

Fight my dear soldier. Fight

Look up over the trenches so we can both end the war within us!