My sad, scarred world.
Who are these people?
Can they possibly be mine?
The ones I am fighting for,
The ones I have lost so much for.
Sometimes when I look around,
I cannot imagine why I even bother.
Why bother saving a world,
That does what this world does,
Creates what this world creates,
Destroys what this world destroys.
A world of killing,
Hate,
And greed.
What happened to the world I knew?
The world of peace and love.
Could I have been that innocent?
To not see the truth around?
I was blind,
Blinded by childish idealism,
I was so wrong,
So blind.
How could I have missed it?
How could I not have seen?
The darkness has been banished,
And the cold light of truth arrived.
My world,
Is not what I thought it to be.
Not at all.
These people killing,
Who they should embrace,
Ones who could be their greatest allies.
I know,
The reason for some of the battles,
I am not so righteous,
As to believe that fighting is always wrong.
It is this needless fighting,
This killing without just cause.
The blood that could have been saved,
With a few peaceful words,
That were never spoken.
Tell me why.
Why I should save them,
Why should I save these people?
I will ignore them
Ignore the guilty,
Who are saved along,
With the innocent.
I will fight for the innocent.
The children who still believe,
In things like peace and hope and love.
For them I will fight.
In the hope that they will create a better world.
With the knowledge that will be gained,
From this time of despair.
For them I will fight,
In the hope that the world I once knew,
Will someday,
come again.