In this battlefield of love something beautiful once grew
A lush menagarie, an Eden to the world
Not this hell on earth

The days crawled without end as we struggled to win
Oblivious to the might, determined to be right
Trapped here by the memory of what was

A different land in a different age
before the rancor, before the rage
Flashes of violence from me to you and back again
Destroying all that we knew

We planted seeds in the ground
And watered them with tears that rolled down
Taking turns at the plow, taking turns pulling them out
Whenever they showed signs of life

A different land in a different age
before the rancor, before the rage
Flashes of violence from me to you and back again
Destroying all that we knew

You raised a flag of truce
And said, “I’ll cede this land to you
I have to get away, to escape this love and hate
That I feel for you.”

A different land in a different age
before the anger, before the pain
Now you’ve surrendered and gone away
The war ends...

So we’ll see if it’s true
That if we let it
Time heals all wounds

Notes
Written 5/2000.