In a land unseen by human eyes.
Opposing forces fight like the tides.
Love and Hate, but who is my ally?
Should I fight, or should I hide?
The heart is a battlefield...
Strap a bandolier to my hips.
And unsheathe my blood bathed sword.
Utter small prayers upon my lips.
As the battle rages foward.
The heart is my battlefield...
Across the dark foggy hill.
I see my enemy, the King of Fear.
The one who stole my hopeful will.
Who'd shatter my dreams with his spear.
The heart is a lethal battlefield...
The feud starts to come to an end.
But the victor is still unknown.
Hatred makes Love hard to defend.
And Lust is more likely prone.
The heart is a decieving battlefield...
Envy backs Love up against a wall.
And Jealousy rears its ugly head.
Surely it seems all Good will fall.
Evils' hands are bathed in red.
The heart is a downtrodden battlefield...
But suddenly Hope cries out.
"We will win this war!"
Then Courage streams about.
And all Good give them what's for.
The heart is a determined battlefield...
Then finally the war is won.
Evil is disposed over all the land.
As the sky turns red from the setting sun.
But who else has such wars at hand?
The heart is our battlefield...
 TearsofBlood · Sun Oct 01, 2006 @ 08:46pm · 1 Comments |
