I know a man with such anger inside.

When his thoughts i touch, I just want to run and hide.

In his head there is much confusion.

Right from wrong, he is trying to decide.

Will kneeling down, and giving up his sword.

Be having him lose his pride.

Or shall he pick it up.

And smite those who have offered "peace", but have lied.

He just wants "them" to feel the pain he has felt.

During the thousands of, hours he has cried.

And knowing they will never feel his strain.

He feels better off if he would have died.

He needs for them to now, carry the weight.

Or his own life he may take in stride.

A killer he may not be.

But giving up, he has not yet tried.