There is a war ragjng,
with my sanity the coveted prize.
All I can feel is confusion,
all I can see is distortion.
This way has raged for as long as I can remember,
though in the past all I wanted was to survive.
No longer do I cower in fear,
no longer do I try and hide.
With armour I stand on the front lines,
gripping a sword that has been forged by fire.
For now I can see the war will end,
that I will win this in the end.