The War is over, the war is over......
But all you can hear, is the sound of endless despair,
Reverberating in all directions.
The War is over, the war is over.....
But all you can see, is pain and suffering
In a world of blood-tinged visions.
Let me caress your trembling hands,
Let go of this murderous weapon that has been your best of friends.
Allow your wounds to be tended to,
Allow me to get close to you.
Would you rather stay in the comfort of the familiar perdition,
Than to step into a glimpse of unchartered perfection?
I may not grasp your belligerent ways,
But trust me there must be other ways.....
Don't accuse me of being a scheming hyena or a circling vulture,
Waiting to benefit from your demise or your failure.
Would you condemn a first-time parent,
Trying to find the right way to show his love?
Would you curse at a tattered street-lamp,
Giving light too faint to guide you from above?
Please, try to understand - I am only haplessly trying,
To transform into a man strong and unwavering.
To become your rock and bring you peace;
So look into my eyes and listen carefully to this:
The War is Over.