War Song
I wake up in this fine old house
The quietus resides
The silence, almost tangible
Its pulse is almost palatable
It's time to watch the rising sun
Another day to feel the gulf
that lies between a world undone
and one I keep inside
While reaching for my coffee cup,
I'll hold the warmth against my breast
as if it were my closest friend
I step down from the old screen porch,
so grateful for the dulcet sounds
The morning sun is still the same
as it filters through the lodge pole pines
The breezes play that war song. Old heartaches still unwind
The lyrics have not changed at all
they ring with words I cannot bear
Some stanzas seem too fathomless to shed another tear
The questions they are asking, are the lyrics we have heard
This song has played a thousand years, too many to recall
Why must there be another war? And why so many scars?
Why can't we play a song of love that treasures all mankind?
Another day to feel the gulf
that lies between a world undone
and one I keep inside myself,…before the two collide...
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