Deep inside there's turmoil
Within my beating heart
With every laboured thud
It's tearing me apart
I feel lost amongst the waves
Adrift and far from shore
The cold wind battles the stormy clouds
And rocks me to my core
You see I am a war zone
A conflict of dark and light
But when you can't see the battlefield
It's hard to stand and fight
I feel almost like a superhero
Who's tired and lacking the will
To ceaselessly push back the dark
Of which he's drank more than his fill
Or maybe more like a thief
With a fortune made of gold
His heavy conscience reminding him
Of every item sold
One of life's greatest mysteries
is the battle of wrong and right
The fight of good and evil
The war of dark and light
Maybe there isn't a victor
And neither one will fall
Because one without the other
Means there's nothing left at all
I.Sparrow
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