Ricochet

If you live by the sword
Your victory will be short lived
Your foes will eventually conquer you
Truths lay out to bind with sadness

I confess I have fought well
For every battle won a little piece of me lost
Walls crumble under the weight of tears
Undeserved suffering walks honest miles

Not all battles can be won
Casualties of war rest uneasy on the brave
Stone monuments gather leaves like the fallen
Flowers left to remember what some would rather forget