Don't Stop the Fight

Love and War,

It's all the same,

A pitiful game,

There's always something that we fight for.

There's always an end,

Some suffer and some do not,

Many souls are left to rot,

A scar that no one can mend.

We tend to suffer in silence,

A coldness flows through our veins,

We fail to grasp the horse's reins,

Our eyes haunted by violence.

The horse trots on,

We're left alone,

Nothing to claim as our own,

Few of us as brave as Mulan.