Of battles we won and lost to you....

The rise and fall of the phantoms of the past,
Have driven through us the realization at last,
For all we've lost and found and lost again,
We never lost the pain.
The morning sun and the evening wind blows,
And the stars halo the lunar glows,
They witness to battles we won and lost to you,
As we struggle, revolt and anguish through.
Futile, this pursuit of the promised stake,
Is destined to bow and bend and break,
Deepest in heart we always knew,
Never shall you shower the doers due.
The hours and days and years go by,
In the reverie, the history you hide,
Have played witness to battles we won and lost to you,
As we struggle, revolt and anguish through.
You betray and belittle and kill our souls,
And curse our beings to tire and our spirit bows,
For we fall and yet we must rise and turn,
To feed fuel to the fire you burn.
The irony of the feeder and the fed,
And the wounds of the suffering and dead,
Be witness to battles we won and lost to you,
As we struggle, revolt and anguish through.