no peace at all
no home sweet home
dazed and confused
in this battle alone
everyone, everywhere
we all bear the scars
when home is a war zone
a cage with no bars
no matter how fierce the fighting
there can always be more
when "family" is code
for "prisoner of war"
but they stick to their guns
hear the verbal cannons roar
and their weponized words
cut you down on the shore
try to see through the dust
as you crawl through the myre
they drop bombs on your trust
and it burns like a pyre
so you pray from your foxhole
some call it their "room"
and you cover your ears
as their voices boom
as the words keep flying
the casualties mount
with each word souls are dieing
up goes the body-count
and the war drags on
with no end in sight
and even the belligerents
don't know why they fight
it's a strange type of warfare
their bark is their bite
and your dreams don't bring you peace
in the darkness of night
