Life doesn’t seem to be easing up, it just seem to cut like
A knife into my soul, everyone is standoffish…ready to battle
At the blink of an eyelid, have to walk around holding my tongue,
Even in my own domain with the one who claim I’m his ever after,
Tired of being force into wars, being the good soldier,
in back to back combat…
That old cliché (Stand by your man) with him and his and
You and know one, all of yours couldn’t stand the cliché.
I stand here numb; my reason for being is now a question?
Feeling the need to protest war no more, war no more,
Being diplomatic is the office I want to hold, and if it isn’t
Possible I will give my departing speech and then impeach.