My life is a page in a novel
That I didn't write;
When death comes I won't fear it
I'll keep going into the light.
The leaves fall then the snow comes
It starts raining then endless sun;
The cycle, neverending
Keeps going even after I'm gone.
I hear blood fall on the soil
During battle in a foreign land;
Their cries can be heard clearly
Across the scorching sand.
Please stop this terrible suffering
With so much death comes so many tears;
And the children, hidden safely
Cannot silence their nagging fears.
Maybe one day, maybe someday
There'll be peace throughout all the earth;
On that day there will be
Celebration, jubilation, and endless mirth.
There will be no more blood shed
Only love and the passing of time;
This won't be something easy
But the result will be something sublime.
© Copyright 2016 Phoebe Kishbaugh. All rights reserved.
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