The soldiers take their place one by one The weapons they embrace reflect in the sun But others would not fight, cause loving was their plight And they ran home to fields of joy, wine, women and song To pray, to kill, to die, the common man's chore Repent, lay down your life for history's score But what if the sport of kings, allowed us to spread our wings And fly off like pigs in zen to heavenly shores? Centurions all are we Marching to destiny Love is strong Tethered by hope The dream Across the eon beams Life is long Love is strong War is wrong The world will someday embrace the folly of war 'Til then we'll all have to face the blood and the gore But sometimes I worry oh, that nothing would scare us so Like living with peace and love, would we all just be bored?