• And then there was a war,
    full of guns and grease.
    But above beneath the gore,
    still lay a silent peace.


    Hidden in the smoke and grime,
    stronger than one's shield,
    a peace that soon would know once more,
    the good throughout the battlefield.

    And as the war raged on,
    it raged with all its might.
    And as the peace was searching,
    it saw you in the fight.

    This pointless war you'd been fighting,
    peace would make no do,
    It is time to stop this,
    time to stop you.

    So when that peace had hit you,
    it hit harder than your gun,
    not knowing what you should do,
    you simply watched the rising sun

    And as the others shot you down,
    and on you went down dying,
    you, my child, have been released,
    from all the bloodshed and the crying.

    And yet there's still a war,
    consumed with guns and grease,
    who will stop the war,
    when we cannot help the peace?