i wrote a song about war

There is a love there. Although sad, mistreated, broken, angry, hurt, and misunderstood. It is lasting. Like currents, spanning. Endless and full and unforgettable. It is honest and pure despite small blemishes placed based off frivolous fights and meaningless words. Like scars that make us stronger. it isn't containable. It isn't re-writable or resalable. It is valuable. The type of humble, gallantly lost love which can only be shared between people like us and people who love us. Its a diamond. Hard rock. It's sturdy and solid and perfect and beautiful.