Guillotine's Release

these are fine words you're saying i know you mean them well
this game of life we're playing is half in heaven half in hell
and your ideals are to be envied like some little child's dream
they crash around my aching head like rocks tumbling down a stream

you're the soldier of freedom and you're the fighter for peace
but you'd put the gun into my hand and signal up the guillotine's release

there's been a million years of troubles and there'll be a million more
and a million years of history well you just cannot ignore
and i wish i had your confidence in our own sweet human kind
but your words are just the ashes of what all the others left behind

so you can sing to me of bravery sacrifice and pain
and you know i'll listen carefully 'cause my heart feels just the same
but your way it's like the trundle of a worn and wooden wheel
and your words are made from speeches your own innocence conceals

so you can say i'm tired you can say i am no use
you can say my courage fails me but that's only half the truth
it's love we all are needing we've been fighting for too long
now i'll lay down my weary pen and i will kindly move along