Battle No More

We hurt and we ask
why this happened to me
instead of accepting
and letting it be.
We hurt and we argue
with swords upon rain,
forgetting the battle
is fueling our pain.
The sting of the slayer
pronounces our fear,
and draws up our armor
as we aimlessly steer.
Steering our pain
with all of our might,
till love is relinquished
and lost in the fight.
Slay as we will
upon rain falling down,
our efforts are futile
as drops lay the ground.
So lift up your arms,
and draw battle no more,
then bask in the rain
sweeping your floor.
Observe the fire,
and part with the source,
then battle no more
with a mightier force.
A force that will cut
and bleed you of will,
to be in peace
and lay joyfully still
He thrives on your struggle
to throw him down,
luring you deeper
in rain pouring down.
But rain always dries
passing over the stone,
if presence prevails
and gives battle no home.
So lift up your arms,
and draw battle no more
then bask in the rain
sweeping your floor.
Accept and rejoice
as surely you live,
are able to feel
and able to give.
Give of your soul, 
not to be owned,
by any one force
calling you home.
It's only a moment,
of passing rain,
sweeping your floor
and saying, "I'm pain".
I lift up my arms
and battle no more,
as I bask in the rain
sweeping my floor.