Deep down in my heart

Present and Past, Tales shall spill like the blood of many.

Men died in war. Some survived, staining their swords with blood of enemies.

Women and children cried and moaned over their dead loved ones.

Sons swore to avenge their fathers death. Some lost hope.

But deep down in their deepest corner of their heart, a severe wound that occur is unable to be cured. A scared child crying, waiting, for courage from their fathers.
One dies protecting ones family or country is blessed to heaven.

A/N: Only true love shall sacrifice one's life for his loved one. That is what I think.
Do you agree?