A/N: it was fun to write this, so i hope you enjoy reading it! )
Born in the midst of turmoil and war
Hopes and dreams then seemed pretty far
A young child's mind polluted with waste
As being a man is a must and with haste
Born in the midst of misunderstanding of men
Never to know what's the meaning of friend
Holding hatred as a young child
No chance to live life tender and mild
Born in the midst of killing with swords
Living among men who're not keeping their words
Instead of mourning when a love one's dead
He was taught to feel no emotion instead
Born in the midst of blood and gore
Live one innocent life no more
The only known chance to survive
Is to keep a sword close to stay alive
Born in the midst of sadness and tears
In the midst of an era of fears
A young boy's hand are staind with blood
Never knowing what life he could've had
A/N: This is just something I came up with when I was bored in school. So I hope you like it.