There is a war within America,
That no one really sees.
Losing friends over popularity,
Being teased,
Hearing and seeing things that would be rated R,
At school.
Being torn between what’s cool,
And what’s right.
The wide path is tempting,
And the narrow path is hard.
No one is sure about what is true,
Or what is false;
What is pure or fake.
In this war there is no,
Army, marines, or navies.
There may not be guns or physical bloodshed,
But the table in heaven is getting,
More and more empty,
By the minute.
