It’s all around us,
shining, blinding, beyond bright…
Peace
First war happens….
Just a passing tick,
of a clock in its long day…
Sometimes you build,
an image in your mind,
of how things are supposed to go…
I don’t know what the first dream was,
but I hope it was a peaceful one…
It’s okay today,
the sun is shining bright now…
I don’t know what makes true friends true,
but I’ve got a crew that doesn’t ask too many questions…
It’s my deepest wish,
to reach a point one day,
where I can just sit…
In a moment of peace,
everything was fine…
Rarer than willows,
with straight and upturned branches…
