The War

The War

In the valley of perfect green
Is a war that can be seen
Two sides fighting for the love
For a maiden, they push and shove
They turn to the glorious prize to be won
Wondering, who is the one
It's up to the girl to choose her lover
But still, a fog of confusion hovers

Which one will she choose?
Which one will she lose?
Is it the perfect match?
Or the mysterious catch?
Which one will she choose?

The first one, with wheat as hair
Tall as a corn stalk, quick as a snare
Takes time to say nice compliments
Ask for a dance, notice nice scents
But the second one, the ladies man
Likes to build, helps whenever he can.
He's unusual, he's funny, he different
But she doesn't know him as well as she meant.

Which one will she choose?
Which one will she lose?
Is it the perfect match?
Or the mysterious catch?
Which one will she choose?

The poor girl feels like dying          
How can she pick one and leave the other one crying?
She laughs at the first ones jokes and weird ways
But when she's next to the second, her knees give way
And then on the valley of perfect green
She sees the war and wants to scream
"I'm not a glorious prize to be won!
I don't KNOW who is the one!"

Which one will she choose?
Which one will she lose?
Is it the perfect match?
Or the mysterious catch?
Which one will she choose?

She sadly falls to her knees
Her head feels like its swarming with bees
She will have to wait as the war continues
Maybe she will figure out which one to choose
Or which one to lose
On the valley of perfect green
Where there is a war to be seen.