Sorrow fills me
I see such pain
To live and be
Without a stain
Without a life
With our eyes blind
Against the knife
Never to find
The hope I crave
Away from death
My soul to save
A lifesaving breath
Let the bombs fall
Let bullets fly
And break the wall
I’ll tell you why
During the blast
She flies away
Madness be cast
And rules the day
Carnage rolls on
Mankind doth weep
Yonder the dawn
Take hold and keep
Above the din
Hope reigns
supreme
Always has been
The light to gleam
Take hold the gift
Clasp in your hand
Let spirits lift
There, life is
grand
© January 2018
Duane Windell
Phillips
Though she may flee
when man’s destructiveness reigns, the bird of hope always returns and sings sweet
melodies. In spite of the darkness in
this ember on which we live, there remain hope, faith and love.
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