This is not a calling, this is the life you've chosen, offered without warning. You'll never say goodbye to him again. On that morning, you never even posed the question why or contemplated if he would come back dead or alive.

This fight seems to have been going on for days. It's not something we can seem or want to change. Our love is never enough because he won't be coming home, since the day that he left you all alone.

You never wanted him to die, he tried his best to stay alive but this constant stream of tears keeps running from your eyes. The starting of the war is just the ending of a life but you'll never realise.

So, is this the way we'll leave the human race when it's over? We'll never get another chance again to discover why human life becomes so easy to ignore. But if it's hope you're looking for, they're looking out for more.