Sweet Home

The war, my war, your war It wasn t god who did but Your eyes, my eyes, _all eyes He made like windows to the sky That guard us And when they close Take us back to it The bombs, the guns The knives, the tanks Weren t god who did But, the sun, the moon Your heart, my heart He made to pump life _ And peace All the way The soldier and the fighter Lost to flower that is born alone And still alone She needs only water Sunshine and peace So she doesn t make war So let me be love to you And you be love to me May peace be ours And the planet our sweet home