She’s in a battle carrying nothing but herself.
Her enemy is a battalion, well-equipped and fearless
She’s standing there in tears counting them from right to left
The troupe is ready to attack, there’s longing in their chest
They’re fighting to invade the only land the girl has
The serenity of her state is long ago gone
After attacks the invaders has done,
Place’s peace and quiet were heavily destroyed
Tranquillity, silence in fire they set and burned
Clouded by emotions she’s fighting despite in fear
The safest place she ever knew, she’s guarding while her chest is seared
Why are they doing this, she asked her self
She has done nothing wrong, only poverty is in her shelf
That’s all she witnessed, inside her, it nested
Troupe is ready to attack her
She gave them drinks, she herself stir
In thirst and hunger the enemies accepted
She taught by this, she can kill them
But she finds herself gasping for air, on the ground is her head
Then she realized, her enemy is herself…
And the poison is slowly flowing unto the tiniest veins of her system…
Either way, she’s losing the game.
She thinks her life is hell, when the reality speaks of it as a gem.