All’s quiet on the bloodred front.
The soldiers are trembling, knowing
What’s coming next.
We used to be at peace,
What went wrong?
We need a diplomat to sign a treaty
To call a ceasefire.
I’m willing to put down my weapons
If you call off your troops.
When will this war end?
I fear it may be too soon.
I don’t like this stretching battlefield
Expanding between us.
It’s like treading on a minefield.
We have to be careful not to blow everything up.
But I don’t want the story of us to finish.
It’s so quiet, I’m scared to ask where we go from here.