War


Since before we were born this has been going on.
Like thoughts in your head, like lyrics to a song.
Whether its amongst ourselves or overseas.
It will always be with us and it will always be in me.
War is not the answer, its just a waste of our lives.
Because in the end our souls get stabbed more than just knives.
Nothing is going to be resolved but greed and power.
Then you might as well start over like a baby born every less than a hour.
Don't let war take you and make you part.
You have the choice to rise above just follow your heart.

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