I feel decimated from the inside out
I take a first, faltering step, replete with self doubt
That I could turn this tightrope walk
Into something that is more than just talk
And I know the midnight raps the door
But I feel the morning so much more
With every sudden storm 
That seems to keep my body warm
With its lightning crack
Will we be able to take this back
In the years that expand
And this is about so much more than land
As the underhand 
Seems to gain the uppercut
Does the story end when the door shut
On all our hopes and dreams
Is it all over when the screams
Fall silent and is it death
As we look back in regret
About the darkest part of the night
I don’t know if this will be alright
As I grip a calling hand
And the sand 
Just pours 
And all that she adores
Is smashed to rubble
What began the trouble
Was it war or the unease within
And when she looks up can she blame him?