The bells of war had filled the air,
as the enemy entered town.
And people fled and in despair,
were running loose around.

The smell of blood had stung so strong,
as the old were slaughtered through.
And everywhere the cries among,
the children grew and grew!

A flying bullet through a child’s head,
who was crying for his mom.
In but a while he was dead,
and his gasps for life were gone!

A man was searching for his love,
in the chaos he called her name.
So much he called but no reply,
for nothing seemed the same.

And when he found her on the ground,
gasping her final breaths.
He reached to her and held her tight,
as a tear ran down her dress.

Do not cry for my love will stay abound,
I’m going to stay with you,
till the doves of peace would sound.
May this be gone I dream it’s true.

So hold on tight, my love I’ll stay,
till the end so close and nigh.
And no one again will take us apart,
I’ll pay my life, I’ll try.

And he drew her close,
and he kissed her cheek,
and a smile drew,
on her face so weak.

And she shut her eyes,
to never open them again.
Her pain was gone,
all of life seemed in disdain.

I don’t know by what right we live,
though we’re not worthy of that thing.
And everywhere the children cry,
and others gladly sing.
The poor are searching for some food,
while the rich throw food away.
I doubt that God had made us live,
to slaughter each other this way.

Yet in my dreams I dreamt that all
were living in peace and harmony.
There were no poor, there were no rich,
they all did live in glee.

Love did spread between us all,
no differences between us arose.
There was no pain, no one did fall,
there were no enemies, there were no foes.
There was no tear on a child’s face,
there was only joy which filled the heart with grace.

But then I woke and all did seem
so pointless,
it was all a dream.