This is my Battlefield

This frost is the first bite of winter.
Hunger will soon drive the wind.
The wood that I chopped will be burning.
Give the comfort of a friend.
Verse
Two months awake in darkness
Puts the soul to task.
Warmth and food on the table
Are all that I ask.
Pre chorus
Some say its depression.
Some say Iím insane.
Some have the impression
I have lost my way.
Chorus
Iíve come to wage a war.
This is my battlefield.
Itís where Iíll bury hate
And learn if love is real.
This is my battlefield.
This is my battlefield.
Bridge
Will I forgive or hold a grudge.
Who will judge me here?
Me or the god Iíve forsaken?
Who do I fear more?

The spring takes a lifetime in coming.
This cabinís my prison cell.
Iím a hostage and thereís no ransom
Where winter has cast her spell.
Verse
Two months alone in this cabin.
Could drive a man mad.
Cold and snow mark the season.
I make my last stand.
Pre chorus
Some say its depression.
Some say Iím insane.
Some have the impression
I have lost my way.
Chorus
Iíve come to wage a war.
This is my battlefield.
Itís where Iíll bury hate
And learn if love is real.
This is my battlefield.
This is my battlefield.