The last shots are fired and I ascend upwards
The battle is over, but the war has just begun
I hear the echoes of strangers voices whispering to me
How easy it is to advise the soldier when one is so immersed in their own comfort
Two plains shifting one day to the next without warning one gives way
I see the battle field shift to a peaceful, somber field of grain
Reality hits once again
The field shifts back to the desolate ash filled battle field I once held on to for protection
I see the barriers I built up in desperation
No longer do they offer a sweet embrace
I view them through strange eyes
They are barriers of hurt and despair, casting shadows over the tainted war torn land
Back in my eyes the war has begun again
A constant push forward and thoughts that are not my own
Give up, quit, lay it down, let the fortress crumble
My own words push harder and bolder through the thoughts of others
The battle is lost but the war is won
I fall back into the war, a soldier back from the dead
I close my eyes and the true reality shines through
I lay upon a bed of roses and sunlight finally shines through the ashen sky
The strangers continue to speak loudly but die down, as a single butterfly floats towards, pushes and breaks down the last barrier.
