In Between

In the glow of the setting sun, the evening sky turns red.

Between a sea of stars and a sea of green.

A war that I can only see continues to bring sorrow.

Why is there one?

What is its purpose?

Between the two seas, time seems to fade away in the setting sun.

Will there be an end to that war?

Or will this cycle of sorrow and hate continue to come?

If for a moment it would stop, will they realize the mistakes they made?

I do not know, for all I see is a place between the sea of stars and a sea of green.

When I fade away, will that war cease to exist?

As I fall from that sea of stars, above the sea of green.

To a place in between.