Cold is the morning. But with courage in your heart you head for the fight. Ignorant to what the day will bring. Will you be standing at the end? The sun rises over the fields. Just a little while until hell breaks loose. The glow of the battlefield shines in the distance.
It battle starts of slow. But soon your deep in it. I takes op all your energy just to keep your head in the fight. Everything is going too fast, but then again. Not fast enough. You see how this reality changes people around you. Day after day, you become more apathetic to it all. Men turn on each other. Some battles are won. Some are lost. But everybody loses something, There innocence.
Cold is the fight. People wonder why do we fight. Everyone has an answer but the only one they can’t convince is themselves. Children grow up on the battlefield. War never changes. It only changes the people fighting in it. By keeping your head down, keeping your wits and mostly by blind luck. You can survive the day. Your safe for now. But you know tomorrow the hell begins all over again. Tomorrow another school day.
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