War to breathe

Our lives are in the hands

of who forgot what’s fighting for,

our backs are right against

walls made of names covered in dust.

We promised we’d be safe

along the dotted line,

but they defined new borders

without providing a map.

Lost in a kingdom

where nothing feels harder than breathing,

and nobody is willing to teach how to

gently.

Welcome to the new age.

Where revolution is just gospel

and the saints we pray are made of heavy gold.

I’m kinda losing track of where I am heading to,

can the brokenness be felt as I reach the glorious side?

You found your way back home

but nobody needs a soldier

if they don’t know about the war.

You might make it better with the weapons laid down

on a land that’s just shared.

But in the end you’ll always hear the echo

of the shots from the front lines.

And brand new conflict begins.