maybe your enemy
is your friend
how can a man/woman
judge another
each one of us
has within
the capability
so there are no sides
just the one your on
maybe your enemy
is your friend
how can a man/woman
judge another
each one of us
has within
the capability
so there are no sides
just the one your on
your choices decide your fate
but they do not define the outcome
remove yourself from the game
and you opponent
will defeat themselves
to fight for peace
is to die for love
a promise was made
before time
in a faraway land
were two lovers
held each others hand
when the Blue Planet
burns
their will only be
ash
to feed our children
a clear moon
distant lands
are longing for rest
night is approaching
i feel a pain in my heart
and cry tears of sake
spring is in the air
toads croaking
now the bees
have woken up
setting sun
pink hillside
showing through
my grey hair
bamboo shoots
a name on a card
as we danced
a feeling of wanting
kept us close
our hearts beat
to the applause
perpetuate love
we are all dreamers
waiting for someone
to be with us
Love is a paradox
when ones feelings
are not of your own
but a fabrication
of society
this reality
is a manifestation of being
a recreation of essence
a parting of the way
the substance of which
echoes through
beyond all borders
the paths which we follow
to find love
the past remains
to preserve the present
their armies rest
while we toil
because if the outcome reversed
then we would be the ones
marching to our death
and they would be the ones
to meet us