| 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 |