Peace

Peace presupposes
My disposition to fight
However I’ve been wronged
There’s a weapon to make it right

Or is there
I swear I could bottle this all inside
And everyone around me
Sign treaties that I write

What we write with our hands
We erase with our words
And the vengeance that we take
Draws a pen across the paper of our world

I was born into an army
No one taught me how to fight
It’s the only skill I’ll have
From day of birth ‘til the day that I die

No one knows what peace is
But a good excuse for war
If I’m not busy fighting
I’m probably busy being bored

What we write with our hands
We erase with our words
And the vengeance that we take
Draws a pen across the paper of our world

Is it really worth the blood of these men
Even the ones we kill in the name of righteousness
The weapons that I carry aren’t meant for flesh and blood
So I bless the sons of men and I bless the Son of God

What I write with my hands
Lord, I’ve erased with my words
And the vengeance that I take
Draws a pen across the paper of my world
Draws a pen across the paper of my world
It draws a pen across the paper of my world