A Million Miles

I have no enemies Just reluctant friends Wishing I was just a little different But you, You swear to cross swords with me But do hear me well I wield no steel sword Just this old pen And a weary cold brian With which to fight all wars. Fly high meteorite Burn your little life out And I shall be here when you dig the long fated crater When your salty ash scatter And the rains fill your empty shelter I shall be here to tell your story A story of the giant storm slain by a gentle voice That story of the conquered elephant And the cunning tortoise. But before the first shots take flight Here I knock your door With an olive branch And these priceless jewels To buy your smile And save us all The waste of a million precious miles.