Every single night
I cry myself to sleep...

The darkness is coming
it's black as can be...

If u care for someone more than yourself
thinking of someone all the time...

I hear the distant drumming
and I know the rain is coming...

I sit here staring at the wall
trying to find a poem...

I am alone
when I'm at home...

I miss you
I really do...

I am alone
but not yet grown...

There's a simple saying that everyone knows
and most think its true...

I'm tired of sitting here
just wasting my life...

I thought about you every night
but now I say enough...

The nature of war
it's in our blood...