But how do you begin?

But how do you begin,
Before it has ended?

It, the long god forsaken battle
That I’ve been dreading on good days
And losing on the bad ones.

That battlefield where you bleed
Without a drop of blood
Making love to the soil,
The war ground where you’re
Left abandoned without weaponry.

The battle needs to end,
The soil demands to be loved
The warriors needs rest,
An end is needed,
A start is craved.