Dilemma

I went out to find you
catch my breath, get a clue
for the reason you fight
just don’t think it’s alright

I won’t tell you
not to fight this
I can’t tell you
what to do
I just know that
It’s not your thing
to win this war
the way you do

Although my dilemma is not yours
not your past, not your course
still I fail in my try
to let it rest for a while

Now that the storm has gone by
we turn round and we try
to forget all of it
until the next storm will fit