The War Half Won
Going to war with the body
As if taring away at the prison
Which is a supposed castle
Could help with the pain that is held in the heart
Trapped away in the tallest tower
Being held there by ones own imagination
The War Half Won
Going to war with the body
As if taring away at the prison
Which is a supposed castle
Could help with the pain that is held in the heart
Trapped away in the tallest tower
Being held there by ones own imagination