• If we were to go back to a more gracious time,
    Without these laws, reason, or rhyme,
    Happy together, we would be again,
    And the wounds exchanged could begin to mend.

    Yet there is no power under our wings,
    To return to when it was just the bird that sings,
    For even Gods are helpless against the times,
    And must atone for their past crimes,

    It was I you betrayed,
    And my love for you I belayed,
    Now I am the monster you’ve made me,
    Forever and always to be your enemy.

    But all the blood shed,
    Cannot change what was said,
    Your people and mine suffer,
    As we try to determine the tougher.

    It is peace I offer you now,
    And uphold it, I do vow,
    For the sake of this world, we must,
    And for the memory of when it was only us.