My tragedies are worth pained remembrance
Chaotic situations that hold resemblance
To miniature versions of old battle fields
Persistent oppositions that refuse to yield
Emotions expressed in the deadliest of ways
Loneliness is absolute with the brighter days
Casualties are countless being victims of the wrath
Time is constantly accounted for, how long will it last
They say they felt my pain, I thought they were lying
Until I received the letter where the tears were drying
How can they understand, I mean really feel my sorrow
Being I haven’t felt their presence today, what’s expected of tomorrow