War Torn

Lost and alone in a world gone cold
War is brewing outside and within
When will they rain fire down upon us
Why did I make this mistake
When will the apocalypse come
How will I recover
Questions fire like cannons in my head
I fear not the end nor how it will come
I only wonder when it will happen
And what I could have done differently
I have faced this world bravely
And at every stop I have been trampled
So it is no wonder that I accept the impending doom
That's not to say I have not enjoyed my share of pleasures in life
But as this life drags on I find pleasure in fewer things
I don't know if this is natural
Perhaps it is a disease
I once found pleasure in a great many things
Today, I find everything to be a chore
I only want to feel free again
Is that reason enough to fight a war?