Life is lika a raging river battling the fury of the storm love shall be my shelter my reason to hold on
Life is like a river running far and oh so deep love shall be my compass my reason to believe
Where are the children playing? where is the laughter and the joy the wars have taken it away and broken every toy.
The grownups fight their battles and pay the dues with guns noone seems to care at all for children on the run.
Why are the children crying? we've shattered all their dreams still people keep on fighting the only motiv greed.
When one day the does are done Silence is the only hope for children on the run.
On the day all fighting ends take away the fear melt those weapons all at once and build the children toys
For then atlast the day has come to save the children on the run.
Beautiful dusk behold the light at the death of day time ticking slowly with no end waiting for the unthinkable wanting to stake claim destiny sure takes time.
Beautiful dawn behold the light at the birth of day salvation? I wonder maybe tomorrow.
Sitting on the floor I watch the clouds the wind moves them across the horizon smiling I think of all the possibilities sitting on the floor I watch the clouds I'm happy and content
Something nobody has ever seen or touched it is travelling through life like the blood in our veins in a neverending circle marching to the drum of a beating heart this amazing but strange creation can often be harsh other times filled with emotions it can hurt more than a thousand words everything starts and ends with it Silence