This war

I guess we all this way
in a twisted ocean of dismay
maybe someday
we will let this go
maybe freedom
doesn't want a war
hope to stop living
in an
all or nothing
state of mind
A mix of
Heaven and Hell
combind
To savor sweet
and bitter lime
none never have the time
they give thier lives
until the lonely end
sitting beside
a dead dear friend
The cruel game
to win a name
to win freedom
One foot in front of the other
in an endlese march
thirsting for something
nothing can parch
Thus this world in
mindless, desprite fear
the girls on the post cards
"Wish you were here."