In the smallest of hours, a thought pulled me out a perfect, numbing, ordinary dream,
It pulled me from the deep.
Restless, a pressure and tension had grown,
A question of purpose shook my heart of stone,
What if, after all of this, my life should come up short in the final scales?
Should I wait for time to tell?
For the longing and sorrow I know to be true, what have I offered but the portion of fools?
Detached, indifferent, and safe behind this jaded heart of mine,
Dear Lord, what happened to the time?
Fear and love at war again, today, today, today, today,
After all, it comes back down to this,
For peace and peace of mind.
For mothers and fathers, and all they hold dear,
For children covered up under constant fear,
Shall I fold hope from corner to corner and lay it in their hands, and say, "Be at peace and on your way."?
I can feel it beating under waves of will: a hot pulse, somehow burning still,
I know love casts out fear, but all this time I've pushed it far away,
And it's too much to take.
Fear and love at war again, today, today, today, today,
After all, it comes back down to this, today, today, today, today,
Peace and peace of mind at last,
Fear and love at war again.
After all, it comes back down to this again, today, today, today, today,
Again, today, today...
Fear and love at war again,
After all, it comes back down to this,
For peace,
For peace,
For peace,
For peace.
