It's bigger than any war that have been fought,
but with no weapons, no soldiers, no kings,
it's just two forces battling inside
We have the other side who wants be carefree and released,
And then you have the other side that wants to be the same and unhappy
Their both trying to fight for the throne,
and there's only room for one person
Everyday is a battle,
blood is shed,
scars tissues are being born like Red Hot Chilli Peppers,
but no ones losing the battle,
no one wants to give up,
it's like one is reaching to the surface but the other catches up
The throne is in chaos, confusion, and depressed cause the throne can't decide to which side is fit to rule it,
but which side is better for the kingdom,
which side is better for the soul
which side is better for his soul
So which is good and which is bad is the question,
what you put out for a show selling like concert tickets to entertain to fans or being true to yourself like Indie Arie being singing 'I'm not my hair, I'm not my skin, and that I'm the soul that lives within'
If you want to search for the real force to be in your throne it shouldn't be that hard,
Just like if you want to search for that real you than it shouldn't be that hard,
but how do you choose what face you put on when down the street,
You could either wear it like a mask or rock it with real one underneath
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem