Battlefield

I offer no beligerance towards this war of mine,
cos' there's no innocence in battlefield.
The blood I swore I would protect has found its time
over the darkest ground I've ever seen.

Will I find myself among the murderers of light?
Should I break into tears for my enemies at night?

There's this piano piece I'm playing on repeat,
it just will not get out of me.
There's this melody that pacifies the pain
over a broken heart that needs to cry.