War Games - Pythia

You sour everything you do

Your memory is torn in two

They came into a broken home and all your love was made of stone

They think that God will let it go

Their selfish dreams of violence

They think their people do not know

The legacy they’ve given

There’s a broken ring, for the girl who would be queen

For the girl who is a child of war games

There’s a fallen star for the boy who would be king

For the boy who is a child of your war games

They disregard the common tool, and play their country like fool

Of Mother Nature’s good intent they toy with balance and with sense

You think their bruises will prevail

But every day you push them back

Your strength and purpose will not fail

You will persist

There’s no shame in wanting to live life in beauty and in harmony

We cannot go on in bloodshed with our integrity