The fray is over, but not the war.
My love can’t live here anymore.
Am I forgotten? And who am I?
Your world is rotten; I wish to die.
I wish to die, not for someone,
But for myself—it must be done.
Am I just weak, or maybe strong?
Your world is dead. I can’t be wrong.
I can’t be wrong, for I can see.
There is no time to set you free.
And now you begin to hover.
War never ends; the fray is over.
The fray is over, but not the life.
Without water, I cannot dive.
Am I not satisfied enough?
Your world is ill. You killed our grove.
You killed our grove; all leaves are black.
I cannot stay, I can’t come back.
Am I not punished by this woe?
Your world is gray, and you just toy.
And you’re just a toy of a mighty spell.
I cannot cry, but I shall yell:
I’m not your foe, but I’m your lover.
Life never ends; the fray is over.
©2004 Lau Goldman. All rights reserved.
The fray is over...
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