truth

Are there one thousand hands touching you, but no one really there?
A thousand eyes watching you, but none keeping a stare?
Shift from place to place never knowing when
You’ll stop to look around, and start deploying men
Waging war on fields plotted with landmines
Keeping up your guard looking at the time
Eventually you’ll ride into the waning sun
With me in tow, knowing that you’ve won
All casualties of war are worth it in the end
There is a price to pay for forcing rifts to mend
The battle lines that have been, drawn long ago
Are merely weaker now, until the falling snow
Then the horses will be shabby stable bound
And men can no longer sleep on muddy ground.
Your front will fade in, and mine will come to roam
Pillage your plantations, rape of house and home
Then the war will begin defenseless as I am
And you will come out riding, gun in tired hand
This will all end someday, probably too soon
Without a bloody Monday there is no safer June
We will head home together, eventually not harmed
Because no sore is forever, no one is unarmed.