The Fight

The stars shine brightly in the night sky,
As I lay here wondering why,
Why do we do the things that we do?
Why do we fight?
Why do we try so hard?
To be something we’re not,
Can anyone answer me?
Or is everyone just too wrapped up,
In their own little world,
To notice that I’m here,
Do I look like a soldier to you?
Am I just another bad guy?
What has this world come to?
It seems that war forms this world,
And swallows us whole,
When will it end?
Don’t you realize what this does to us?
Too many have died,
Yet more go to fight,
It takes more courage to take a stand,
Then it does to fight,
So ask yourself this,
Will you be one of them?
Or will you be unique?