Where Fools Rush In

This is where I come to cry.... I hold my breath, my mouth is dry with dreadful words too hard to tell This is where I come to kneel The grave where flesh and stone and steel lie fused as one A shrine to mourn and shed our tears and pray for peace to One who holds the earth in place The sound of pain blows in the wind I lift my eyes up high, to Him and, there I see where dark wings flew We did not know the world would fall It came to pass where there is hate we learned too late to change the end The smoke will drift as new winds blow Where does it go, those waves of war? No one knows ....the time, ..the place, or when, but it will come, and that is sure once more with shores to seek and scores to keep ....and then, and then, and then, .... more will weep!...Will it be here... will it be there? Will it remain, on far off shores? Or at our door? War for them, and war for us, and one by one, and on and on, it goes and goes The rush of wind to win the race, of war and pain. And war remains to gust again. Again again...to rain more tears How will it end...? The end of man...? Is that our fate...? Bow down the heart, for man has made a rule of war Bow down the heart, for man has made us fools for war Will sun and moon and stars look down, and look for proof ... of why the world went ......poof ? _________________________________________________