This is not a tragedy
This is not what you think
No battlefield, no armies
With death at its brink

I don’t know my enemy
I don’t know why I’m fighting
I don’t have a weapon
But I know this is war

A war of hearts
Where all is fair,
Where no one can kill me,
So, they bury me alive

My loved ones play dumb
Even as they watch me succumb
I realize this is my war song
So, I fight and die alone.

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