Tomorrow's song (love's war)

I am sending this to Jon Foreman, hopefully something comes of it. :-)

V1: She closed her fists as she shouted romantic words.
Two separate passions, divided by death & birth.
Up on the watchtower she sees the tree of life,
While men hold there guns high & women reach for their knives,
don’t talk about love’s war..

She closed her mind as she reached for the breath of life;
But what if in closing, she opened the doors of love’s evil side?
& what if her pictures & pages of wedding gowns & dresses could leave a stain…
til all known of love remains as a fantasy she refrains?

{Chorus 1}-
Oh it’s a double edged sword that we fight with.
Oh it’s a double edged wrong that we right (write) with.
& as she leaves to her battle the men will all cower & cry, cry, cry…
because love is a war where the right & the wrong reverse sides.

V2: She closed her fists as she sang with tomorrow’s song.
A future perspective divine with directive on..
A comfort, a privilege, a bleeding heart healed in time, time, time,
but men hold their guns up so high 'cause we don't talk about love.

{Chorus 2}-
Oh it’s a double edged sword that we fight with.
Oh it’s a double edged wrong that we right (write) with.
& as she leaves to her battle the men will all cower & cry, cry, cry…
because love is a war where the night & the dawn reverse the tide.

{Bridge}-
& we are drowning in the weight of what we know.
& we are drowning in the weight of the undertow.
& she is singing simple songs of relief,
As the thief comes to kill & steal & destroy love again.

{Chorus 3}-
Oh it’s a double edged sword that we fight with.
Oh it’s a double edged wrong that we write right with.
& as she leaves to her battle the men will all cower & cry, cry, cry…
because love is a war where the right & the wrong reverse sides.

Oh it’s a double edged sword that we fight with.
Oh it’s a double edged wrong that we write right with.
& as she leaves to her battle the men will all cower & cry, cry, cry…
because love is a war where both Hell & the Lord are alive...

{Outro}-
Yes, love is a war where both heaven & hell could arrive....
because love is a war where both heaven & hell come as wives.