I won the War.

I can not sleep so i write....the tiredness of my body soon i can longer fight. For this war is over. A new battle as begun. As i lower myself into the fields, and think about how the war is won. I am a fighter. I am a lover. I am a friend. I am strong. I am powerful. A surviver till the end. It was a small turning point in north versus the south. I could have went down to the bottom; gotten swallowed by the bullets mouth. Instead i marched across the field of dreams and stared it straight in the eye. I lit up with a smile, as my eyes started to cry.
I see him sleeping in the same cold train station area, 6 nights in a row now. He's bag's all packed up with no where to go. Does he have any family? Does he have in any friends? I hope that he has the power too, that this is not his end. I want to tell him it's going to be alright. All you need to do is win the fight.
I dream my dreams of my life. Knowing that its not always going to be easy, that there will be pain and strife. But i pray and i say that i am greatful for everyday. I can get through it all, nothing stands in my way. Nothing stands in my way. Because:
 I am a fighter. I am a lover. I am a friend. I am strong. I am powerful. A surviver till the end.