When words can't describe how you feel,
and the reality of life becomes too real.
When there's no difference in life or death.
When you finally breathe your last breath.
When right and wrong merge together,
and morals seem to disappear.
When light and dark fade to grey.
When the day's sucked out of you and it's the end.
Hoping, wishing, wanting it to be a nightmare,
but the truth crushes down on you.
When peace and violence can't be told apart.
When nothing seems quite right.
When justice is needed.
When the monsters seem to surround you,
and all consciousness of the situation is lost.
When good and evil fight for dominance.
When lives are lost and blood is shed.
Where a child stands in the mists of battle,
displaced and afraid.
But standing tall with sword and shield held high,
in the fight for balance.
To set things straight.
To lessen the blow.
To draw the line between good and evil.
To right the wrong their family made.
For peace, for justice, to stop the blood shed.
For the pain and suffering.
For the truth to be spoken.
For the sake of the child's sanity.
