People speak against me.
Yet don't know how I work.
I would start a war, just to watch them hurt.
The misery I've been given is a burden all my own.
I fight an uphill battle, never getting home.
My anger strengthens in the hours of every passing night.
My restlessness like my tears showing no end in sight.
Somehow I continue against what seems to be my fate.
Sorry I'm not home yet, But I'm only running late.
People speak against me when they don't know me, or anything at all.
They don't know I'd start a war just to watch them fall.
You shouldn't ever doubt my unyielding resolve.
I'm trying to come home, I'm just trapped with in these walls.
A prison built on burdens plaguing my life.
Still I fight to make it through with out an end in sight.
Your people have spoken against me until my cheek refused to turn.
I would start a war, if only to see them burn.
Trust that no matter who speaks against me, I know I'm not alone.
So I'll endure what I must, just to make it home.
