Battleground

A cold air drifts towards us And the current tries to sweep away the doubt But it’s routed deep within our psyche It holds on like a stubborn stain We do our best to move on But the doubt and the paranoia hold us back Like a ball and chain We try to fight the fears But they loiter in the darkest places Where we dare not tread Memories circle around in our heads As we try to engage our brain to the possibility That there is something better Waiting over the horizon But we are all too sceptical to take it as truthWe all live in hopes that better days will come Because it would be far too disheartening to think that this was all that there is. On the battleground we count the cost But bloodshed has become such a part of our culture That we remain blasé In the fortresses on all of the roads of promise People pray to their own God of choice But the cacophony of war drowns out their pleas In these days of not trust nothing eases the sorrow And the horror loiters like an ever-reverberating echo Nobody can know what the future has in store for us But one day the guns must become silent It would be too hard to endure a world That never saw peace – or everything we have been striving for Would be futile And that doesn’t bear thinking about.