This, too, will be said,
That peace will define a nation.

When those who war for its own sake,
Look back in fear of their own demise.

When innocent  tears will flow like water,
That some will rue their evil days were long.

Most will stare and slowly shake their heads,
To see destruction for destruction sake.

Imaginations will still be hiding in the dark,
Hoping for something out of nothingness.

Lost souls will  laugh until they cry,
And heaven will open wide the doors of condemnation.

Evil voices  will loudly scream for blood no more,
And people will breathe again once more.

I turned my head to look away,
Because I wanted a perfect day,
Perfect moments  planned by me,
But I was blind and could not see.

I saw the starving, lonely man,
Look deep inside the garbage can,
But I above such filth and grime,
Could give no comfort and no time.

The lady dressed in garbage bags,
With ***** stockings, how they sagged,
Had nerve to come so  close to me,
That in my mind I had to flee.

The little child so hungry and lost,
Would give their souls at such a cost,
For hunger drives them to deny,
See how they lay there and never cry.

But soon at home when all is well,
To all my loved ones I will tell,
Of how the homeless spoiled my day,
In telling the story, I look away.

Gently let my hand go free,
Close my eyes so I won't see,
Whisper softly the words you say,
But please don't take your love away.

Hold me tightly and please  don't  go,
Love me longer and very slow,
Kiss my lips so sweet and long,
Sing to me our  lover's song.

Reassure me that you will stay,
Come to our bed and let us lay,
Bodies sway in love's delight,
Please decide to stay the night.

Once again I hold you close,
You're the one I love the most,
Then the tears fill up  your eyes,
If you  go my heart will die.

The petals fell from off the branch,
I caught them falling as by chance,
And saw them land within my hand,
No one but me could understand.

The beauty of the flowering petals,
Were soft and silky unlike metal,
And colors bright had faded so,
Was I the last to truly know?

Then cast the withering petals down,
Upon the damp and hardened ground,
And walked upon them with callous thought,
For faded beauty so long gone bought.

But comes tomorrow another day,
Where beauty comes in how it may,
And more and more the petals show,
That I am really the first to know.