I woke up this morning to the foulest of dreams
Where poison pollutes once vibrant streams
And war has begun, but not as we know
Much worse than the tanks and bullets we throw
Now breaking of dawn is forever broken
And words of final are faintly spoken
Hearts are rotting inside out
And hope is drenched with crippling doubt
Forests are dead, no jungle sounds
No celebrations painting towns
Hiding souls are shaking away
Our innate sense of dance and play
Numbness dissolves upon our palm
As frantic breath disruptes the calm
I wept this morning for what could be
If alone we stand and fail to see
That destruction has not once settled the score
And seizing beyond makes us crave even more
We have something rare, to look within
To soothe our battles before they begin
And ask such questions of how we forgot
To love all we have and not need a whole lot
So with swollen eyes this morning I pray
That love is the step we next take, everyday.
