War Drum

I stand here,
In the sunlight.
Is that you God,
Looking down?
Maybe it's dark,
This a streetlight,
Shining down now,
Here on the ground.
Smell the green grass,
Below the snow,
A brutal temptress,
Puts on a show.
What is this hate,
Here and I don't know?
What is this fate,
Pushing, cannot grow?
Damned be the sunlight,
For shining on my face,
Damned be the moonlight,
Bringing this disgrace.
Why do I have to feel,
Know this right and wrong?
Are these people even real,
Or just without a song?
I feel my heart beat stronger,
Or is this a war drum?
How can I save them,
When it beats so young?
Is this them,
Or just their pressures,
Do we create them,
Or is this measured?
These war drum's beating,
Inside our chests,
Though mine's retreating,
Facing life's tests.
And as my mind works,
Does my heart grow numb?
Or is this how life works?
Old leads on to young.
What is this beating,
A war drum's tone?
Why are we living,
If we fight to be alone?