A message. (poem)

[Fighter-of-Wars]

I was listening to some Sabaton a few weeks ago and these words just started coming to me out of thin air. A line here, a few words there. I filled in the blanks and put it together. Some of it may be a little repetative but I think it works.

In the morning I wake
to find my life in vain
I fight off the pain
off losing everything I make

I go to my master to pay my due
I offer my gold, he takes it all
I walk away he pours it down a hole
while he fades he says give me more

I raise my family in this land
I teach them right I teach them wrong
The world is harsh and they grow strong
They leave to fight, with the shake of a hand

I go to my master to pay my due
My boys go willingly to serve
He takes them and throws them down a hole
As I'm on my knee's he says give me more

This house I built of wood
My life I spent here
I cower in the fear
of loosing it all for good

I go to my master to pay my due
I give all I have left
He takes it and throws it down a hole
As I crawl away he says give me more

As I lie under the naked sun
I count all I have been given
Little betwen the dead and the living
But living and dying under loaded gun

I go to my master to pay my due
I go to give him what he wants
As I pull the hammer he taunts
Sorry no return for you

In the morning I wake
to find things not as they were before
I see my boys, my home back and more
I was shown everything he couldn't take

It's a little rough and the ending abrubt but I like to think of it a question, what can't be taken away from us? What does life give us that can't be stolen, lost, or forgotten. Something to think about I guess. Anyway, lemme know what you think.