A fickle world under watchful eyes
Ignorant of anything sincere,
Yet to blame would be unforgivable
As there's little decency here.
Treachery mounts the barriers
That barricade the secrets behind war,
Fighting for a finer place
Like the one that came before:
Before metal turned to power,
Spitting angry speeding rounds,
Before fire became a weapon,
To burn the enemy down.
If I could move, not a mountain
But the world rapped in my palm,
I'd place it furthest from the fiery sun
And battle would bring no harm.
The cold would bring us purity
Like the moon turns to the sun
And as simple as a summers day
A finer victory would be won.
The world would unite in a tight embrace
To warm it without fire and pain,
To ensure the earth keeps turning
To believe in love again.
