And now the time has come my love br To end this wretched war of change br To cut these restricting choking reigns br To say the words enough is enough. br br A feeling that killed a thousand poets br As it poisened their thoughts and pen. br Time now to lower the flag on the turrets br If there is no peace then why pretend. br br I shall miss you like a ciggarete br For you damage me yet I need you so br Your taste, and smell I shall not forget br But now your smoke I must blow. br br This bed shall beg for your return br This heart shall harden for a while br But I shall remember and I shall learn br That peace cannot be found in denial.