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

Dare to dream
if One is not
nothing is