The river flows like countless voices
Speaking, soothing hurting minds.
Endless chants that speak of peace -
Perhaps there is some other way?
The trees stand tall like graceful giants
A vast battalion, green and mighty.
Instead of war they speak of peace -
Is there perhaps another way?
The day invites a rare joy
Urging one to stop and think -
Thoughts that speak of man and peace:
Perhaps there is another way.
Hundreds dead and thousands fled;
Scenes of madness, mayhem, death.
Search for blame and not for peace
There has to be another way.
