How can I write of peace
When all I know is war?
How can I describe a feeling
I've never felt before?
Ask me about a prayer,
Or a yearning, if you will,
Ask about sweet silence
When all the guns are stilled.
Walk with me across
An unblemished green expanse
Unmarred by bombs and dying men,
A place where freedoms cance.
Where hearts and hands of all are joined,
And apathy is nil,
Where men behave with dignity,
And hate is ever still.
These are the thoughts,
Though buried deep,
Which live in the hearts
Of all who seek--
Peace
Thursday, April 23, 2009
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