I carried all my weapons in an armour,
I went down with grit,
but I wish someone told me earlier,
that some battles are too big for wit.
none of us knew how to fight,
all that went wrong,
how I wish we knew what was right,
to fall back on the platter we belonged.
we tried to conquer it all,
numbing ourselves to the raging blunders,
the blunders that joined our hearts,
winning a battle, to lose it all.
