Everyday these days, I’m fighting a war, From within, To believe in something, anything, That keeps me going, For sometimes on somedays,...

Tonight when the armour goes down, There are bruises of war, Not just on it, But under it, Like marks of rivers, Flowing through the...

When two characters clash, From two books different, With their nuances and habits, There has to be a war, In front of Gods, And Devils...

With their houses and shops nearly looted by the monstrous Nazis, the only thing Parisians were left was the hope of freedom. With Louvre...