In the aftermath of all our fights
All that's left is pain we can't hide
Nothing around to quench our wrath
So we maim our souls, to try and be right.

Never do we consider
That perhaps both of us are wrong
If we did we may discover
That our love could be lifelong.

So let's holster our guns
And hoist our white flags
So we can find peace with each other
For the sake of our sons.