Long ago I had a dream
Of wishes come true for you and me
It amazed me how so much could be right
In the day and in the night
I counted the steps to your house and was pleased it was 600
It was a perfect number
599 would get me to your door out of breath wanting to see you
601 would get me to your door past patience and out of control
600 made me want you just enough to hold you tight and make you feel like the most important in the world
So 600 is just the right distance between us
So keep it so- don’t move too far or too close

Other tracks marked the way
When I counted the 600 steps the other day
They were not my steps
Some were too light- they were made by someone who did not take the journey to your door serious
Some were too heavy- they were more interested in their own desire than yours
Some were an uneven pace- they wanted what they could get before you noticed their greed and selfishness
Others stopped to pause along the way- they were not sure of your love and charms
I ignored them- for my steps were just deep enough- I took my love for you serious
My pace was even- I was dedicated to your happiness and knew my mission and my heart’s desire
There are no pauses in my gait- I am certain of my love for you
But the steps went to the same door as mine
Had they been let in?
I’ll never look at the 600 steps the same again…
Maybe 800 is a better number?

Whenever you need to move your heart to another plateau
To graze on grass greener than any other
Or fill your lungs with laughter and charm
From another dream you might have had
It is best to find what you need under the Moon
The Sun burns too bright for open eyes
And the skin freckles in response
Pale is like a dream you could share with another

Anger washes over you like the water from the fall
Pouring through your hair
As you prepare for war and harm and cruelty
Anguish and sorrow come for you tomorrow
Take your lovers to your beds
Just for one night
Redheads Not Warheads

Awake prepared by love anon
To find an enemy and drive them from
What makes them happy and free
To captivity they flee
Take your lovers back to your beds
Redheads Not Warheads

Freedom comes at a price too high to pay
So close your eyes during the day
And pray that night will come soon
And claim what you have of worth
Blood on your hands looks like wine in the moonbeam drama
Redwine and Redheads holding hands when dawn breaks
Complacent dreams make you miss the most

Awake prepared by love anon
Take from them what they cherish most
Drive them from their land
Wield a heavy hand, weighted with the languid prose of destruction
Burn them where they sleep
Redwine washes the pain away
And Redheads cleanse your soul of turmoil and temerity
Redheads Not Warheads for another night

She moves like a flower in a breeze
Her face a backdrop for a dream
That plays for you in the gleam of her eyes
And it makes you cry
There is no war there for you to see
No pain or suffering
She holds your hand and draws you in
To a world of love and common friends
Redheads Not Warheads, every night