i feel sorry for the soldier who is shot and stoned in anger
i feel sorry for his wife and child at home
i feel sorry for the bomber who all life and limb dishonours
for the people that he's maimed and left alone
the lord god said love thy neighbour
though in human life he trades
he's still a man
i feel sorry for the children who with open mind are willing
to fight for ideals aged and past their time
i feel sorry for the children who will join the vicious circle
of instinct fear bred from their parents' minds
the lord god said love thy neighbour
break the circle
free the hater
call him a friend
wake up
wake up
there's a man by your side
with a knife and a gun in each hand
wake up
wake up
you're one and the same
it's time to stop and decide
is it love or hate?
is it peace or war?
it's for sure there's no inbetween
politicians point views
but they're pointing for you
the solution has to be seen
i thought i saw a summer soldier
helmet on his brow
his silver rifle clutched beneath his armour-plated shroud
i fire in hate
he cried aloud
to protect myself from defeat
my shield's my cause
my cause is war
and from war i'll make no retreat
i dreamt i saw an angel bright
a halo on his brow
his golden sword lay in its sheath beneath his silver shroud
i drwa thee not
he cried aloud
though your deeds like spears strike my soul
my shield's my love
my cause is peace
faith be sure i shall not retreat