The battle and the war

Stop, surrender. No just fight.

My heart is bleeding, not as much as my knife.

The voices are screaming...each a different complaint.

Fight for what is better. No settle in your place.

You could move mountains, but you can not climb a hill.

God he will save you, but the devil wants you still.

It is just so easy to loose, what you have already won.

Show me your knife, and I will show you my gun.

 

The bullets are heavy, and the trigger is quick.

I could empty the chamber, and the voices would quit.

They scream there protest.  You could shut them down. 

I think they are a part of me. Stop screwing around. 

Just how many of you, are there in you head?

Some praying for peace, some wishing for death.

You can not live like this! Who am I?

The answers are tempting, but we could fly.

It will always be a struggle, remember my words.

It could always get better, but it always will hurt.

The battles are epic! Who is winning this war?

Why are we fighting if we don't want it anymore?

Hush now child, we do not have to choose today.

The darkness is coming now, the chatter will fade.

Just close your eyes now, and let yourself dream...

of the kind of place where every voice isn't a scream.