Life is a battleground

O me ! O life !
Why my heart and mind
meet at a battleground
Of right and wrong
Of light and dark.
But somehow you are the reason why
I live up to my own grounds.

I feel so creeped up
When dragged by the devil
To be thrown in the fury of life.
I clinch my hands on the wall
Not to be thrown, not to be drawned.
By none other but my own self.

But with the wind I take a flight
Why do I ,  I wonder why
When I am falling down
I wish to see the light to hold on.
Because I wanna live up to my own grounds.

How good and how bad
there is nothing to be sad
But certainly that's life
A conflict within or the time you are in a war
a calm and beautiful morning
or a wintry cold day.
Beautiful sunshine or deep dark.

How I say what our journeys are
I feel it's a start to the end that never comes.
It's me humming a song it was him who wrote the lines.
So I go on and does the time.

O me ! O life !
Why my heart and mind
meet at a battleground
Of right and wrong
Of light and dark.
But somehow you are the reason why
I live up to my own grounds.