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The War Within

The War Within


Dream, my child, not of this wretched world, tainted by sin.
Not of this war we fight yet never win,
Not of this pain that shatters our every hope
Not of this crying nature we can no longer cope.

Dream, my child, not of this passing pain,
But dream of love and light and life which isn’t vain.
Of hope that you are many, and fighting side by side
That you have won, my dear, that you no longer hide.

Dream, my child, dream now, of peace.
Not of this world that`s falling piece by piece.
Not of the loneliness you suffer every day,
Not of the darkness that always finds a way..

Dream..

And yet, awake you are, fighting your own war
And still in pain you are, stronger than before
And still you cry, and still you fall
And your wounds bleeding, made by them all.

Dream, of a world that’s better, not dying, like this hell
Dream…

"I will not dream.
I will not fall asleep.
I will keep fighting, I have oaths to keep,

Through wounds, through pain
Through tears that I shed in vain,
For I will end the wars, the darkness,
And shine my light throughout the heartless

So they can love, so they can win
For all this life comes from within."

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