A Far-Off Thunder

The sun awakens with bright shine, turning the water into wine. Its streaming ray entices thought, of all the battles we have fought. Colored cloths that flap in the wind, soldiers die as if they have sinned. From wars that were fought over lies, To mothers that for their son cries. And for what was paid such a cost, as a young man's dreams that were lost? Bugles play their song of sorrows, for those who've lost their tomorrows. Nights blanket lies upon our souls, its darkness cools the fire's coals. In the morning lights elation, spirits will find... their salvation!