No Weapons Beyond This Point Poem by Pierre Rausch

I accepted the offer and joined the group
I will show you to your room
And went out onto the tiny balcony
Can you imagine how it is for me
I felt you had no control
By April you will be back
Even you may not be able to save me
Wether you were or weren't mine
In your mind of a beautiful retreat
With reclaimed pale pine floors
But the thought of doing it all over again
Apart from one minor hitch
That all at the theatre are aware of it
This man will break your heart
After all that had happened
Well, I'd just like to say
Chorus
The conductor stood up, no weapons beyond this point
Not in favor of the guitar, no weapons beyond this point
Life going to waste
Of life going to waste
Repeat
Chorus