No Mans Land

Sometimes it feels like you’re on your own
A battlefield, you’re left for dead
Fully armed but the hoards come fast
Rolling won’t protect you from yourself

Sounds of fighting have disappeared
Knight in shining armour has yet to come
But your blinkers are up, he’s already there
And it’s him that you’re fighting, that’s what’s wrong

Dancing to the beat of each other’s sword
Choreographed battle performed in time
Both knowing who we’re fighting but afraid to stop
Scared to drop our guard in case one lied

Copyright © 2006 Susan Lewellen

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