Beating Plowshares Into Swords

1. If you open your mind for me
you won't rely on open eyes to see
the walls you built within
come tumbling down and
a new world will begin.
Living twice at once you learn
you're safe from pain
In the dream domain
a soul set free to fly...
(Queens Ryche)



2. O' Beautiful for Spacious Skies
but now those skies are threatening
they're beating plowshares Into swords
for this tired old man we elected king.
Armchair Warriors Often Fail
and we've been poisoned
by these fairy tales
the lawyers clean up all details
since daddy had to lie.
But I know a place where we can go
and wash away this sin
we'll sit and watch the clouds roll by
and the tall grass wave in the wind.
Just lay your head back on the ground
and let your hair spill all around me
offer up your best defence,
but this is the end,
this is the end,
of Innocence...
(Don Henley)