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Not for wealth,

for death be dealt among the battlefield,

this place where no hearts shall heal,

shadows steal voices of those coming home,

Back from the ones they left alone,

to fight for reasons still unknown,

in this war countless lives were thrown,

still to no avail,

Hopes left frail,

smiles die from dreams gone stale,

It will never end,

The fighting stopped but remember minds don’t bend,

They break,

And when it’s finally the end of day,

heads hit pillows,

when we can reflect on our day,

we realize we’ve all but gone away,

we’re not the same,

not different in every way,

yet still changed,

funny the part even the most subtle of differences play,

like lives lived on shelves in an old store on display,