Its begins with the rights of the presumed good
And the wrongs of perceived sin
Clashing together over could and should
Words of pain, stabbed in order to win

Shouting and words, as sharp as a knife
Cutting through the memories we have
Sniping and hurting until there’s no life
Scared one day there will be nothing to save

The sun rises, bathing the life of light
Over the fading battle ground
Of the unmoving mouths, nothing more said
Over the slain strewn bodies of those now dead.

Let’s stop it now, before the battle has begun
Let the love prevail while we are young
Hold each other in the fear of the world
Not in the view of fear of the other.