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From Guest mruss1:

I think I’m pretty sure
I don’t care anymore.
What went so wrong, I’m not quite sure
As I turn to leave I slam the door,
I ask myself, what are we fighting for?

I see the world fall apart in front of me,
Destruction and plight as far as the eye can see.
As we send our children off to another war,
I ask myself, what are we fighting for?

This life I live has both good and bad,
Times of sorrow as well as times I’m glad.
As I pick the pieces up off the floor,
I ask myself, what are we fighting for?

We need to give peace a chance to grow,
Then it shall become all that we know.
Feed the hungry, and help the poor:
I remember, this is what we are fighting for.

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