This Means War (Live)

Well I had an awful dream
I laid your bones by a shallow stream
And I carved your name in a willow tree
And beat the ground

With water clear and sun a'bright
I left the tears alone to dry
And I raised my arms up to the sky
And challenged God

"You had no prose, you had no right
To take my dove, my little light
Half of my soul, half of my sight
My beating heart, my precious wife"

Have you no answer?
Follow you no more
I'm on my own
This means war

When I awoke, when I came to
My whole perspective was brand new
I made a vow and I keep it true
Hold very close what's given to you
Keep very close what's given to you



Credits
Writer(s): Cary Ann Hearst, Michael Trent Robinson
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