Grace In The Fight

What have I got to do? For this life to become alright. Sleep, thrive and fight? Cause blood's all I see within my sight. As i put up a fight every night, Without a care if I might die. So my questions still stands, What humans are truly made for... Whether to really start wars? Leaving behind many scars, And acting like the justice guards. The truth is all about lore, Nobody needs much anymore, But I'll rise even if I'm sore, Without a need for praise, I'll survive for my own grace, Thriving in this war to leave a trace, Even if others do it for a paycheck raise.