This is my time and this

This is my time and this time my ache and rhyme so strong will break the wall if I am not wrong. Why I have to fight if I am right?. If I die before I witness the end of the horror and worry of war tell them then, when the mend of a friend depends on my pen, I tried for God knows how many years, can the ears hear here?, and i failed in vain in pain in the rain without gain. Share if you dare and care about doubt, shout loud, yelp “help” again to be heard. Thank you.