The soldiers of my discontent march from my soul to my head
I make myself a prisoner in this my latest self made war
The angel of my higher self must be guarding someone else
Haunted thoughts made manifest so many ghosts still left to rest
I wanna give up the fight; and lose myself in your love
Give up the fight; oh to be a Prince of Peace for just one night
Trapped in this eternal quest for faith and wisdom and courage
Stranded as the sole captor the same old torture as before
I wanna give up the fight; and lose myself in your love
Give up the fight; oh to be a Prince of Peace for just one night
Undaunted and unbreakable a centred soul unshakable
My root of bondage and my release
When will I be a Prince of Peace?
The soldiers of our discontent marching since this time was sent
When will the battle ever cease?
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