You profess to know my mind
But you don't understand my kind
You just herd us up to stand in line
waiting for the slaughter

I wonder why you treat us so
And every day my sorrow grows
It didn't have to come to blows
You kill my sons and daughters

All I want is peace in the real world
Some comfort in my golden years
Peace, Peace in the real world
Peace in our time

I don't think you understand
That blood forever stains your hands
Your very footsteps stain the sands
As you bathe in soiled water

You can't escape the things you do
Forever they're a part of you
It comes around again, it's true
But peace is all I sought here

All I want is peace in the real world
Some comfort in my golden years
Peace, Peace in the real world
Peace in our time

©1997 - Lane Baldwin