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Peace Offering

It's a sword for my stone,
To pierce the skin or hit the bone
After scorn's been left alone
Another stranger's on the phone
Asking if we're lying

Horse and carriage in the morn
To bring the world what's been born
Another soul that's been torn
As they play the funeral horn
Yet nobody's crying

And anyone here can tell
That this world's gone to Hell
The brightest minds aren't feeling well
Yet there's another dream to sell
But who is really buying?

Single souls are feeling guilt
After all the blood's been spilt
We're tearing down what's been built
You know they'll take it to the hilt
But everyone is numb here

And after every war is lost
Who'll be left to count the cost
Silence is as cold as the frost
And there's no coin to be tossed
Because everyone'll be dead

Lonely is the choir who sing
About sadness and peace offerings
Nothing here is what it seems
You can tell that it's all a dream
'Cause nobody's awake now
Moonfire-Lark
Written by Moonfire-Lark
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