Undivided - Thirteen Senses

A friend, the only friend who whispers in your ear

Just to say good luck and that is all you need to hear

I wrap up cold so when I march on my bare heels

Everything I lack in style’s made up with how I feel

I need us undivided, I want this thing to stop

I’ve had the training to be overwhelmed but I’m not

Empty soul of hate but this isn’t my war

Couldn’t tell you how it started or where it is fought

Oh no…