The War Within


A brother's knife in a brother's back
Fresh blood so quick to flow
Young soldiers fall like weighted lead
New trails of crimson snow..

Is it not for victory?
For pride, for peace or more
But who on earth will really win,
When families go to war.

Worried wives keep waiting
And heartbroken mothers cry
For all the fallen heroes
Even those who didn't die.

And battle scars run deep,
There are some you cannot see
Cutting soul and skin and mind
From Veteran to draftee.

So if the devils on the battlefield
Don't drag them down to hell
The demons left inside them
Will do it just as well.

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