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fireworks and cluster bombs,

the power of man to bring people together or tear them apart.

why tear us apart limb by limb,

when we can be held in each others arms?

as she's lying on this shore upon my heart,

watching the beautiful night sky spray colors,

there's something perfect in life

that we shouldn't mess with.

and as she's lying on this shore in my arms,

watching the beautiful night sky spray light,

there's something in the back of my mind 

that shudders at the power of man.

i don't want to ever have to hold her head up, to hear 

her premature last words - forced by dropping bomb.

let's just leave it this way. Do everything we can

to leave it this way. do everything we can and more,

because the thought of the other outcome's far too painful, itself,

to ever wish that kind of outcome on any other souls.

if you ever come at me with your bombs, i promise...

i promise there will be fireworks.