What are we fighting for?

What are we fighting for?

And how soon is the end?

How many battles were before?!

They’ve died. No matter foe or friend.

Those useless wounds and scars

Were proudly taken for the good!

But we’re still living behind bars.

Our eyes are closed and lips are glued.

We are obsessed with ourselves.

We are enslaved by fears and pride.

Some don’t remember children’s names,

And some don’t know they’ve died.

So useless fights and soundless moans

Have taken all the power of hearts…

Our smiles are faked. We all are clowns.

Here is my stake, you can deal cards.

So what’s the final destination?

Where is that line that leads to death?

What happened to your expectations?

And what does follow the last breath?..

The emptiness became our base now.

And desperation is the only way.

All we can do is to put hearts down.

We’ve sold our souls. We have to pay.

What are we fighting for?..

Is it for good? For evil?!

But there are left a little more…