• Silence, I will not make a sound,
    I only gaze at something far in the distance, my eyes to the ground.
    Not a word to be spoken, not a sound to be heard,
    Only a purpose that I must serve.

    War, my own personal battle,
    I fight to the death, while under me the Earth rattles.
    Not a weapon i have, nor a shield to protect.
    But I still fight against the neglect.

    Me, the one who fights the silent war.
    The one who's inexperienced, who's dying in her core.
    My life barely begun, but I'm ready for it to end.
    I'm not suicidal, I will never abandon my family and friends,
    But for what is coming; I'm prepared.
    I only pray that my soul be spared.