so many speeches and rhymes,
but where do they go?
there’s nothing more to talk about
every mountain has been climbed
we’ve found ships that sank long ago
is peace for you or what?
it’s not just a fantasy for a hippie
it’s life and death for a child
if we say what we really mean
will it either rescue you or me?
i’m not ready to die just yet
i don’t want to hurt someone
it’s hard to feel better though when
i watched you bury your dad and cry for
a world from which you once tried to run
it’s going to be alright
no matter what happened before
i know you want to love someone
we can do that together while we give
our hearts to someone who needs it more