Lyrics

We are boats against the waters
we are sons and we are daughters
we are the victims of our fathers,
fed on fruits from seeds of sin.

But the battle is not between us
it haunts the ether up above us
it is buried in the bloody dust,
but the end is in our hands.

Standing on the sharpened ends a step away from dying.
Oh my words, may they return unwasted
from the lips of Abram’s child.

Brother I lay down my sword,
beat it into a plowshare, Oh Lord,
Brother won’t you lay yours down
and we’ll sow peace together.

We are conflicted from creation
the war is older than our nations
but we are standing in our stations,
and we possess the power to change.

We hold the keys if we are willing
to unlock the peace of the Holy City.
The kingdom come for you and me
among us here today.

Staring at each other through the sites of dirty iron,
The brights of my eyes white as yours,
our fears are just the same.

Brother I lay down my guns,
beat them into plowshares at once.
Brother won’t you lay yours down
and we’ll sow peace together.

Hasn’t it been long enough?
Hasn’t it been long enough?

Brother I lay down my bombs,
beat them into plowshares at once.
Brother won’t you lay yours down
and we’ll sow peace together.

Clint Alphin
© 2015