Dec. 30, 1989
In the valley of the angels
In the fields of broken snow
On the mountains of the warriors
Where the devil fears to go.
In the passions unapparent
In the tears of a restless child
In the calmness of the country
In the cities growing wild
Wherever love lies sleeping, whenever hope is lost,
A gentle heart forgiving will rise up from the frost
In the heart of bitter conquests
In the nights that never end
In the lies that hold the moment
dangling from a liar’s thread.
In the eyes of well know strangers
In the looks of friends that care
In the path of eminent danger
In the light of all that’s fair
Wherever love lies sleeping, whenever hope is lost,
A gentle heart forgiving will rise up from the frost
In the never ending stories
In the poems of bitter youth
In the ravings of an old man
Who has never faced the truth.
In the silence of the villain
In the victim’s callous laugh
In the arms of lover’s smitten
In the families torn in half
Wherever love lies sleeping, whenever hope is lost,
A gentle heart forgiving will rise up from the frost
In the bending of the willow
In the arrow’s perfect path
In the breath that any minute
Could always be your last .
In the patience of the hero
In the soul that takes a stand
In the seizing of the moment
When the moment is at hand
Wherever love lies sleeping, whenever hope is lost,
A gentle heart forgiving will rise up from the frost
J. H. Webb
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 3:53 PM UTC
Dec. 30, 1989
In the valley of the angels
In the fields of broken snow
On the mountains of the warriors
Where the devil fears to go.
In the passions unapparent
In the tears of a restless child
In the calmness of the country
In the cities growing wild
Wherever love lies sleeping, whenever hope is lost,
A gentle heart forgiving will rise up from the frost
In the heart of bitter conquests
In the nights that never end
In the lies that hold the moment
dangling from a liar’s thread.
In the eyes of well know strangers
In the looks of friends that care
In the path of eminent danger
In the light of all that’s fair
Wherever love lies sleeping, whenever hope is lost,
A gentle heart forgiving will rise up from the frost
In the never ending stories
In the poems of bitter youth
In the ravings of an old man
Who has never faced the truth.
In the silence of the villain
In the victim’s callous laugh
In the arms of lover’s smitten
In the families torn in half
Wherever love lies sleeping, whenever hope is lost,
A gentle heart forgiving will rise up from the frost
In the bending of the willow
In the arrow’s perfect path
In the breath that any minute
Could always be your last .
In the patience of the hero
In the soul that takes a stand
In the seizing of the moment
When the moment is at hand
Wherever love lies sleeping, whenever hope is lost,
A gentle heart forgiving will rise up from the frost
J. H. Webb
