| The Fence
Johann Bedingfield I have not had a clue She was on the other side of the battle line I peered through the fence Only to see her cry Its hard living in separate worlds I felt a tear and a pain And realized my heart started to bleed This Arab girl and I shared a lonely dance We sat under the umbrella of night Pondering about the stars and God We talked of kings and paupers And brutal reality of war We wandered like gypsies Not knowing where we belonged Both bitter about our countries And the hate and greed Which speared the Earth spirit We desired to run away, fly away Where we would find understanding In a meadow of peace And where a child could embrace hope In her bosom I lay, holding her close We laughed until our eyes watered The moment warmed us from the cold Then a sadness glossed our sight And the rain fell and we found shelter under a yew We listened to the sublime gloom As the blue birds dipped to bathe But they were coming, we both knew They came to murder our magical time together Patriotism ripped our grip, our clutched hands Now, she hung her head and turned Through the chained wall I saw her walk away And the dream dissolved, slipping through my fingers I tried to become ice in soul But as I put my back on the steel links My body trembled and my knees gave way I collapsed onto the snow My cough stained red the white |