They were down to less than a hundred
When they met on the battle front
That's when they beat their weapons back into plowshares
As each of them headed home

What it was that made the difference
Is they finally took the time
To really see the enemy
And themselves in each others eyes

All the peoples in the villages
Cheered their hero's back
Who brought with them sweet freedom
And in town center hung its flag

On the pole they wrote down the names
Of those who never would return
And all made a vow that day
That their lesson had been learned

Have you ever woken up startled
In the middle of the night

                   With the thought that your muse has left you
                   And cruelly turned out the lights

Leaving you afraid that in the morning
You'll wake up with no more rhyme

                    More often than not
                    These thoughts enter my head

Although I have often heard
Somethings are better left unsaid

                    I believe these thoughts I have
                    Would be better off dead

And these words that I now speak
Are they my muse or mine

                    And if the lights were turned off
                    Would that be that big a crime

When my muse tries to venture out
I believe the next time

                    I'll grab a hold, tie her up
                   And be the one to feed her the lines

You say that you are "Catholic"
What exactly does that mean
You eat fish on Friday
Instead of eating meat?

You say that you are "Baptist"
And the Bible is the infallible truth
I don't see how that is possible
In the actions that you choose

You say that you are "Jewish"
One of Gods chosen few
I never would have guessed that
By much of what you do

You say that you are "Muslim"
And that you pray three times a day
I'm not sure that helps that much
Watching what you do and say

I'm not here to bash religions
That's not what I mean to do
Just want to open up some eyes
And myself I will include

We talk up a good religious game
Then live our lives like hell
And that's what an unbelieving world my friend
Simply finds unbelievable

this one girl...
is living out the dream
this one girl...
has no clue of what that means

this one girl...
says i am woman, hear me roar
this one girl...
has never been that sure

this one girl...
grabs the reins and holds on tight
this one girl...
pulls the shades down on her life

this one girl...
brings it all to where she's at
this one girl...
has spent all she's ever had

this one girl...
dances underneath the moon
this one girl...
doesn't care to play the tune*

this one girl...
knows where her fortunes at
this one girl...
*can't remember when it left

Death's embrace comes often to this place
By bullet gas grenade or shell
Or some other kind of hell

Every village, every town
Sends out their sons to be cut down
For so many good young men
It's how the nightmare ends

In these once tranquil foreign fields
Skylarks sing and blood-red poppies grow
But now the only harvest here
Is pain and death and sorrow

We lost some men but gained some ground
In a dawn attack
By sunset we had lost some more
When they took it back

All night we listened to the wounded groan
Out in no man's land alone
God in heaven make it stop
All we want is home

I saw you walking down the street today
And thought about your life
I really have no idea who you are
Nor how you spend your time

I sent a little prayer your way
In hopes that you will find
What gives me strength throughout my day
The saving grace of Jesus Christ

Then as your day progresses
And you pass someone new
You can give to them the same blessing
That I just gave to you