By a quiet poet
The sound of metal on metal rings in her ears, Go Back
The fighting seems to never end,
The sides never resting,
always plotting the next strikes.
When will it end?
And let peace rule instead?
Families ripped apart by conscription, by death.
Longing for the day to be held in the arms of her loved ones,
She continues in her journey to end the war,
To reunite the families,
To gain peace,
To finally rest.