My life is a battlefield,
Two sides fighting for control.
The war goes on,
As the silent storm looms.
Soldiers in pastel fend off,
Those who wear black.
As the defending army starts to give up,
The opposing army breaks through the ranks.
They kill of the pastel uniformed warriors.
The silent storm grows,
Sucking the sunlight in.
When all hope is lost,
A hero flies in and saves the day.
All dressed in an elaborate costume.
The pastel flag begins to raise,
At half mast it stands today.
In memory of those who passed.
The survivors stand strong,
Scars and all.
And start to rebuild,
The city that has fallen
