We agree to disagree, silently
And that should be enough
But the lines constrict
These opposing beliefs in war
With the idea of freedom
And if I have a right to be me
Surely you have a right to be
But where we intersect
Where the road isn't paved
And the vision gets blurry...
Right and wrong cease to exist
Just our personal conflict--
How these ideas integrate and converge
How they clash and clang,
The sound of battle echoes
In the actions we make known
While we wait for a truce,
A glimpse of peace that may never come.