I look about
Scouting for beings to hear my voice
I walk around
Searching for a reclaim for all the losses
This war inside can never be hidden
And its tears are never-ending
Oh! Matters of the heart are hard to reconcile
Especially when you are all alone
Doubling as your own soldier and counsel
The search for people just blinds you
For all of us are infantry
Some on the frontline facing the breeze
While some lurk in the smoke
Just so they can hide those tears so salty
Healing starts with that self bite of courage
And then the spitting out of the venom that ensues