Lost in a war of thoughts,
in a war of life.
My mind is busy trying to stay focused on the tasks ahead,
to stay alive.
I got shot at,
but I managed to survive.
I got chased,
but I managed to escape the persuaders.
I needed to make quick decisions,
because my whole team got killed in an ambush.
All alone,
in a middle of a war.
The only sanity I got left,
was the small picture frame of you.
That kept me going,
day after day,
with a strong,
fire of desire,
of love.
One day,
one day the war was over.
And it was finally time for me to return home.
To lose my companions in the war,
teared my soul apart.
To come home,
was even harder.
In my own home,
I feel like a stranger.
The hardest war is to accept that,
what was there before,
is forever changed.