Imagination Of My Own

The Battle Within

Fire burning over their heads
Cannonballs and leads
The wash of rain on their skin
That really burns and also kills
That smile you see it isn't real
They're acting like fools you see
Under drowning water they go deep
Not all of them is hard to keep
Stupid words in their heads
Believing it until they're dead
A ray of sunlight forming shadows
Leading them into hollows
Going their was a race
Inside that emptied closed up cave
And in their they do not feel
Outside their walks they surely bleed
Cripple thorns inside their viens
Bloody red, they feel the pain
Laughing out loud like a cretin
Feeling proud of the battle that came
Broken feet and broken arms
Lost of battles that they keep rewind
Feeling like they can't go on
Scars remind them who is gone
Bloody beast will come again
They are ready for their last stand