In dangerous times,
in luscious climes,
the seed of war does grow.
It's hard to see
by you or me,
but God, creator, knows.

Hate, the devil, lurks
in bruises, wounds and irks,
hidden by our lies
that's how his poison works.

The breeze of change will blow
some of the good will go
and in their stead will rise
the ones that we despise.

They come on ships of doom
moving like a broom
they sweep away the peace
countries losing lease.

The winds of war now jail!
A teeming, waylaying gale!
The cries of anguish hush...
The innocent turned to mush.

In the wake of strife
The land has seldom life
Right at love's dear core
There is an open door;

Out from it come the healers
so too the double-dealers.
They fix what has been broken
***** a world unspoken.

The peaceful times now reign,
rain to wash the pain.
In peace, what do we gain?
Naught but war refrain...