The war is raging
It's not swiftly fought
The battle is engaging
There's little room for thought

Brash actions in the ferocity of the fight
Every action likely a mistake
It's hard to drag into the light
Every warrior who might be fake

Always cautious, always scared
The immenent outcome always a fright
There's many who have better fared
Also many who stay out of sight

The shattered and the wounded dead
Strewn about and everywhere trampled
It is worse than any have said
Everywhere the bitterness of hell has been sampled

To breathe is to taste the terror
That consumes each body here
Every heart is a burden on its bearer
All they crave is to be held near

Oh, to search for love
In the barren, desolate straights of Here and Now
Is to uncage the suckling dove
A deed Satan will not allow