I have built up a defensive zone, around these things that I call mine.
Security measures never dreamed before, when I saw the dead end sign.
But the enemy forces have penetrated. They have set up camp so close.
Delivered a death punch gift wrapped in a friendly dessert dose.
Questioning my effectiveness, as a simple human being,
Swearing that inside me are things youve never seen.
Tears falling, and we beg you, please stop attacking me.
How much more do you need to die here, for you to set us free?
Living here inside these walls, are smiles you put in jeopardy,
Threating now not just one, but entire family stability.
We have run to a safe place, yet you found a weekness here,
Gather forces, attack, and kill us. year after year.
Each of us, reacting to the path in life we live,
Not made easier by anyone who has help to give.
We huddle together in flames of comfort,
Ones kept burning through the night,
Ones I will protect with all my breath,
Or die losing that fight.
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