Longing Peace
Like a song in Kitaro.
Like the garden in Kyoto.
But none of this can compare
To the dream I’m about to share.
Come along and hear my story.
A crazy dream, according to many.
Not many will want to receive,
Until the day they see and believe.
I long for the enchanted dream.
A certain serene like a river stream
A great peace which need to relearn.
A dream which the wounded hearts yearn.
The silent noise begins to rise.
To become a more implausible price.
The good news slowly begins to rife.
That peace must be bought with your life.
