Once upon a time,
A girl stood alone
A crown upon her head,
As she sat upon her throne
Princess to queen
Girl to womanhood
Innocence tainted
By blood and tears
Of war
What is the use of fighting,
If all it does is hurt?
What is the use of wars,
If no one truly triumphs?
We bear the scars of sins,
And of our ancestors
From battles long ago,
When rulers fought
And forced their pawns
To slay innocents
In the misconception
Of hope
Loyal warriors
Forced to kill
Loyal soldiers
All in the name of their nation
Pride in their kingdom,
Pride in themselves
But when the war is past gone,
They will still live it,
In waking nightmares
Dreams no longer just dreams
So, is it worth it?
We wonder, right before we enter
And we never have a chance
To answer