The sound of two sowrds hitting,
The death of the night,
The silence is disturbing,
The heart out of sight,
We fight the war we bring upon ourselves,
We reach a desperate hnd out for help,
Look at our foolish acts of our past,
The acts we still make today,
And yet to come in our future,
Sowrds change into guns,
Guns change into battlefeilds,
Terror strikes your mind,
And fear catches your eye,
No matter what we choose or out come to be,
We will have suffered a great loss,
Loss of men,
Loss of wepons,
But most importantly, Loss of heart,
We ak ourselves if we can make the world a better place,
Yet you don't realize, You're hurting it everyday,
People on the streets, In gangs, Shooting each other,
Are we trying to look for a fight,
Murders on the street,
Life's taken for revenge,
But we still come to the assupmtion were doing something right,
But ask yourself can we win a battle we've already lost,
The day we turn away from our individuality and differences,
Is the day we turn our back on our nation,
On our brothers and sisters,
On our families and friends,
Have we lost this battle?

--This isn't my best work, But it was written for someone who lost herself and turned away, She's hurt a lot of people but she hurt herself more, She may not come to realize we are not going for war, But she always has a sowrd tto fight...It's kinda hard to understand but enjoy--