He’s a peacemaker—by his own rules, no textbook lines to guide,
He parts the crowd with a friendly gesture, keeps the fire from spreading wide.
“Shake hands first,” he says, “then go your ways and turn off the flame,
Let the heat die down before it burns the whole world in its name.”
At the press conference, the statement’s firm, the result’s laid out clear:
“I’ve done almost everything I could to keep the world from falling into fear.”
But the Nobel Committee’s in no hurry to send a word or sign,
And the new summary gathers dust on the shelf, left behind the line.
[Chorus]
I’ve stopped so many wars—enough to last three centuries straight,
And they didn’t even give me a diploma for all the weight I’ve carried, all the stakes I’ve faced.
Maybe the committee’s busy, or the dispute just won’t die down,
Or Europe’s kicking up another storm, stirring trouble in some new town.
I’ve stopped so many wars—here’s my report, here’s the seal, it’s all in black and white,
But where’s my medal? Seems like no one’s in the mood to give it tonight.
[Bridge]
“Let them argue some more,” he says, “it doesn’t change a thing,
I’ll bring them back to the table again, just like I always do, same old swing.”
He slams the folder shut, adjusts his cuffs with a quiet, steady hand,
Waiting for the main verdict, for a single word that’ll finally understand.
[Final Chorus]
I’ve stopped so many wars—enough to last three centuries straight,
And they didn’t even give me a diploma for all the weight I’ve carried, all the stakes I’ve faced.
Maybe the committee’s busy, or the dispute just won’t die down,
Or Europe’s kicking up another storm, stirring trouble in some new town.
I’ve stopped so many wars—here’s my report, here’s the seal, it’s all in black and white,
At least give me a piece of paper—it’s time to acknowledge the fight.
[Outro]
At least give me a piece of paper… with a seal…
Just one line to say the effort wasn’t real in vain, but real.
