Fitted with armor
A spear placed into my shaking hands
Helmet on my head to hide my crying eyes.
Sent off into war before I can think for myself.
This cruel world breeds fighters, and kills the weak
This world is too cruel to sit back
Youll be crushed and they'll never look back.
There's no way I'll survive in this war, its drowning me, I can't break free.
Im fighting this war that I'll never win.
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'Nevermore Than A Few Words'
Poetry"Dear god, make me a bird so I can fly, far far away from here." Jenny Curran
