Join the new world

Drifting along, place to place. It's hard to feel like you belong. Comrades become family. Yet there's a wall keeping them out. You lost too much already. The only thing left is hope. Hope that you will wake up the next time you close your eyes. Hope that you will still have something to go home to, yet, expecting nothing. Nothing but the fight. The drive to win. To conquer. To make all of this mean something. Whether it ends with you or the person behind you. To rebuild and make better. To live. To be free. Both sides wanting the same thing. So who's the real winner? Lives are lost. Families torn. Is there ever a real victor?