Myths of summer, spring and fall, winter never coming
Perfect hue, sunset sky, and pure angelic humming
Sun-bright stars across the waves, forever in its wake
Trust now given, thunder rolls, serenity proclaims a fake
Break the vow, scratch the oath, feelings only matter now
Heal the hurt, snap the neck, separate the head for dow
Love the children, hate the child, blame the passerby
For all must know that though we live, we are only born to die
Love now lost for far too many, hope is dying down
Crowns of darkness, hate and envy, sit on ev’ry brow
Kindness buried, memories hidden, a war-stricken land
Raise the blade, prepare the gun, tote the poor lover’s contraband
For time and time again nations have risen to fall
And still the truth cannot be seen midst the prideful gall
A nation’s wars never start from any foreign Rome
In peace and plenty, in the family, the war began at home.
Copyright 2012