This world has too much blood and gore,
But in this world there’s so much more.
Everyday I step outside,
And witness a bloody war.
This is not a war of man and men,
It’s not between two of us again,
It’s a fight for peace,
A fight for rights,
A fight that’ll let us see the light,
But it’s a race,
Where’ you’re the ace,
And your opposer has no face.
The sky was blue It’s taste was sweet,
It warmed the earth beneath my feet,
I shake hands with my enemy,
But he doesn’t understand or see.
We’re friends. He gives, he takes.
He causes storms and starts earthquakes,
He gives us life, he takes away,
And I only wish that he would stay.
We’ve taken his life out of his hands,
And taken the water off the sand,
And pulled the trees off the hills,
And against him, we’re fighting still.
This is not a war of man and men,
It’s not between two of us again.
This war is between,
My mom and I,
The ground, the sky,
And as he dies,
He can’t speak,
Over time he’s become too weak.
I saw him just the other day,
I didn’t know what to say.
All I could do is look up and sigh,
And wave to his face in the sky.
