All hope is gone from this world of ours, We have nothing left to fight for. All that’s left are the scars of a life, That’s been lived on the edge hanging on.
We fought a war, not knowing what for; For oil, for money, for them, for sport?
The darkness is here, There is sun to shine upon us, From up above us. This is us, the dead sons.
Life drains out of me leaving a hollow shell. This is my hell. This is the cause of all my wars, Against a world that is not mine to belong to; it is yours. It is yours to ruin, or to save, or to send to its grave…
And then one day, I gave up. I never thought I would but situation didn’t left me with any choice. I found myself in the middle of despair. Every path from their seemed to blurred and leading to no-where. Situation
If I knew you have moved on already, Eloped in other’s arms, enticed by her scent, Hope the memories are not so shady. Hope my touch isn’t lost, although faint. If I knew you have moved on already, Turned a