One day it won’t feel like I walk through the fog of war… anymore.
I’ll stand beneath the sun and shine.
I hope for that day constantly. I struggle forward, let me put down my sword.
Maybe then I won’t see what is beneath me.
Crushed dreams, little pieces of me… it seems.
Parts of the war. I see pain, I know pain.
It makes me wonder if I could handle peace.
Truly seeing all of me.
What would happen if I could see.
The man I am meant to be.