Here I am standing in the center
Standing between lovers of combat and war
The tools of men’s hate that beg for no more
Than to make rupture that my heart cannot render
For in this place I am not a contender
Their armor and weapons that beg for much more
The blood in their hands is beginning to pour
Here I am standing in the center
The armor behind me is ready to fight
To take on the soldiers of hate
Thick armor plating to protect her today
The woman ahead is off in mid flight
To reel in the opposing forces like bait
Her weapon like body protects her this day
Madness
What is this thing we call madness really
Is it a thing for us to fear or to avoid hastily
What if its related to another of strong choice
A word with such immense power and poise
That its capable of corrupting almost equally
The word I’m talking about is of course is bravery
don’t you think it’s a close resemblance anyway
They both dig in and move you with choice
Madness is a choice of anger and hostility
Bravery is a decision of strength and sincerity
One of hate one of love such influencing voice
Warmth of blood or lovers hand it is your choice
Madness and bravery are one in the same equally
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