As two kids
Who always spent Their time and played
With toy guns in their hands There you stood
In front of me
They taught me that
You're my enemy And when our eyes have met, we both set sails to death
With guns of grown up men, I fear it might be my last breath
Eye to eye, our aim is blinded by the sun
Seeking higher ground, to a safe haven I now run The night had fell
On no man's land
This flute was heard
From out there in the dark I knew the words
And joined in song
This nightly truce
A miracle of hope We raise our hands and walk upright to move towards each other
No guns, no death between the enemies now turned to brothers
Together on this barren earth, I tell him of my son
No pawns or deadly toys – the morning comes and we are done We head to base and end the truce that lasted through this war of liars
A vision of a better life, where music drowns the toy gun's fire
Next night I see a shadow and we both shoot in the name of God
As we fell down our eyes have met – Our friendship ends now In this turmoil of blood.
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