My place will remain a gap

The moment when will I find myself, then I will be free. After a huge war, I need rest, on your lap. That war between me with myself, Beneath under the truth's tree. Sometimes I look at the far, actually, I waiting for your clap. The war will end soon after I will win myself. I am one of the deathree Who will leave the world with a scar, the warrior who's vacancy make a gap.