mustard gas and hand grenades ****** wounds that seep with pain the sergeant yells to shoot the guns and all the children start to run
and then we're told the battles' ours the enemy he has no heart the lines are drawn it's time to choose our sides
every war it only leads to ten thousand more wars it only builds up ten thousand more walls the hunger of the bloodlust never dies and then just leaves us empty here inside if only we could look into our brother's eyes we might find a love that's worth a life
empty towns and shattered hearts limb by limb they're torn apart by our words and by our hate we can choose to love or ****
but we're told the battle's ours the enemy he has no heart the lines are drawn it's time to choose our sides
choose to love like Jesus how he loved his enemies reaching out to the broken he showed us his mercy