Goodnight, love

Knights and Kings

Running trough hills,
Wooden swords at hand,
Chasing after my older brothers,
Our genuine smiles stood out proud.

Beaded in sweat we laughed,
As one trips on a tree root,
High up the hill,
We might as well be kings.

This is my happy beginning,
But would we lie to see a happily ever after?
In a world filled with dust and shadows,
And I'm hearts consumed in secrets and lies.

"You're different," they told me,
I smile at how the words brought crinkles to their eyes,
As the hold me, lift me higher,
I never wanted to go back down.

But then I see soldiers of an army,
With bloods and wounds at arms,
Some of them slowly dying,
But all of them brave and bold.

They died with a feirce heart,
And a happy smile,
As people know that they were heroes,
And that they were the true kings amongst us.

I couldn't help but cry,
Seeing them like this all in pain,
Some had families, some had loved ones,
Some had daughters like me.

Merely a child now left to fend for themselves,
From animals with sharp teeth and claws,
From people with heartless souls,
They're all alone.

But here I am having a happy family,
Chasing each other with wooden swords,
No worries here,
Nothing bothers me.

Some times I cry myslef to bed,
My older brother trying to make me stop,
Pouring out all my hatred,
For this world that's made to kill you.

Nights and nights I dream,
Of bullets flying by,
Soldiers all around me,
Heroes in disguise.

They took bullets to the chest,
And we have lost again,
All of them screamed in agony,
And I'd always dreamt of making them happy even when I know I can't.

Slowly, slowly we grew older,
My older brother and I,
We never really played swords and knights,
We neer really talked anymore.

He said one night that I'll be okay,
That I keep holding on,
To all of my hopes and desires,
That was the night when everything had stopped.

I was 19 and ready to join the army,
Just as the country declared war again,
Now I could just be like them,
Like all of them.

With my heart on my chest,
I stood high,
And I had told my parents of their demise,
That today Ill be a soldier despite what they want.

Marching out through the doors,
My father angry my mother crying,
I knew that they acred too much,
They had to let go.

In the army I stood alone,
Lone female soldiers amongst men,
The weakling and the sore loser,
But really its okay... I guess.

They snicker and laugh at me,
Telling me I'm of no use,
That my face is way too pretty,
That I don't at all fit here.

But there were some who stood up for me,
Like fences for a lawn,
They told me I was awesome,
And sometimes tho I'd believe.

In trainings I train my hardest,
But even that wasn't enough,
All the longswords pointed at me,
Made me run away.

For I'm only a ghost costumes,
With swords and pirate hooks,
With my brother from a Halloween years ago,
Pretending to be all buff and strong.

They laughed at me as I cried,
Called me cute,
Some called me an abomination,
But my fiends told me that I'm okay.

Some times they'd laugh at my fiends too,
For their sideways smiles,
And broken cries,
And for standing up for me.