BATTLE OF MYSELF

by 4EvErHeRs   May 8, 2005


Blood mixed with my tears
Painful memories bring back fears
Of marching off to battle as a cripple
Death awaits but I remain faithful
Inside my lay a battle field
Belligerent storms without a shield
Unprepared for all this hurt and pain
Falling, losing everything I had to gain
With myself wars are fought
Wars that leave everything in distraught!

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