A war rages on for which is left and which is right.

                     No ground is gained in this fight.

              No wine or song for the victim it seems.

                  No joy or glory to boast of the day.

                Only the price for which souls must pay.

             The heat of the day brings hope of change.

                The darkness of night nestles with fear.

                  There will be hatred to feed the beast.

               There will always be love that will never cease.

Is this a war that rages from within, or am I on the sideline looking in?

   Will my strength of my weakness break the balance of the scales?

               Who will  bring peace and justice to a land that wails.

                Whom shall I slay and whom shall I conquer.

                      Whom shall I bless as a martyr.