For rest he doesn't care

Some of it he's forgotten
Some he doesn't remember
Some of it is now forgiven
For rest he doesn't care

The first thing he heard
They said it would be good
things would be just fine...
For he was the chosen one
And he stood a chance...

The message was clear
He took it to heart
Made it his duty
to follow or fall apart
He believed and Followed
Like a true solider does
Killing his believes, and that of others


For ten years, he was prepared
and trained hard for the war
For ten years, He was killed every day
his soul ripped every night...
Ripped, and torn down to pieces
made to believe things that never existed
Promised a paradise
War was his stairway


He buried his questioning soul
a hundred miles
within his body

until the war...

He fought with his heart
but did not succeed
nor did he perish

A fallen solider, he was sent home
where no heart sang a sonnet
no one said a  welcome notes

dejected and doomed
he collected himself
said it's not over
and he must fight again

six more years
wasted preparing for the war
until the day, they decided for him

it’s time you stopped fighting
and it’s best to follow
because in this real world
there's not living within the dreams

think of the future
and think about us
think of the things that are destined to be…
It’s destiny that controls
not the other way round

until yesterday
I saw him follow
The rules, regulations and society’s norms
living his life
to fulfil their dreams…

he no longer cares to differentiate
between his dreams
and that of others
because some of it he has now forgiven,
For rest he doesn't care …