I am forever saying sorry to a world that just wants more
knowing that deep inside I'm running out of steam
while the fires are still burning
and man still so discerning
I fail to see the point of what will be.
I try to be forgiving knowing of all that I have witnessed
but sometimes my frustrations just show through
then I want to come out fighting
while all the time denying
that fighting is the best thing that I do.
I once dreamed to be a poet and my rhymes read in the moonlight
by lovers, friends and strangers that could dream
but war had come to claim me
then war for sure had changed me
and left this world this broken man you see.
