The Struggle

Here we will make our final stand,
Against the forces that rage within;
Plans were made and armies were drawn,
Time is nearing, we go dawn.

Woke up early to pray once more,
At the alter of nature, the earth as my floor;
Hopes of calm in a treacherous world,
The gathering chaos begins to swirl.

Hurry up and wait, the heart is pounding,
In the deafening silence, I feel like shouting;
Destination unknown, the mission unclear,
Orders are given, the final stand is near.

We wait, we pray and we dream of peace,
Hoping for miracles to make it seize.
When the smoke clears and armor is withdrawn;
We shall learn yet again, "War has no winners we all lose as one."