All the men in me want war
And the eye that is bathed in the baptism in the sunrise
Also wants to be the heart that has no pain.
Calm down son, calm down.
But there is no calm or down here.
I just have to remember what was said.
What was spoken.
I think it was a whisper, I hope it was a shout
They placed hands on me
Because they were peacekeepers.
But no good can happen
When you don’t just want war
You are battle.
So when you have to sign treaties
You sigh and say
Now I want peace but these men in me won’t lay down their arms.
Even though they are so depleted.
These canines of burden only now have the stones in front to throw
And I’m now a glass house.
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 10:09 PM UTC
All the men in me want war
And the eye that is bathed in the baptism in the sunrise
Also wants to be the heart that has no pain.
Calm down son, calm down.
But there is no calm or down here.
I just have to remember what was said.
What was spoken.
I think it was a whisper, I hope it was a shout
They placed hands on me
Because they were peacekeepers.
But no good can happen
When you don’t just want war
You are battle.
So when you have to sign treaties
You sigh and say
Now I want peace but these men in me won’t lay down their arms.
Even though they are so depleted.
These canines of burden only now have the stones in front to throw
And I’m now a glass house.