It’s late and I should be in bed, buuuuuut…… this should just take a minute.

 

Seek a Different Path

The dance begins, the battle joined,

the words cut just like knives.

We know that we should just let go,

this is not worth our lives.

But we can’t just forget the hurts,

keep living in the past.

Can’t now recall who started this,

nor how long it will last.

But we are right of this we’re sure,

about what we don’t know.

They must be wrong of course they are,

else we’d not hate them so.

Our fathers hated so we hate,

for what else can we do?

This is how it’s always been,

of course it must be true.

But there are those who seek a change,

who seek a diff’rent way.

Some day they hope to stop the hate,

seek peace for all they say.

I do not know what that would be,

I’ve dreamt of it I think.

But peace is such a fragile thing,

may vanish if you blink.

 So we go on, seek victory,

it’s what we think we need.

We claim to love the ones we hurt,

then weep to see them bleed.

It’s what we’ve learned, it’s what we teach,

but we can learn new things.

Not bound forever by the past,

it’s hope the future brings.

 

Cheers, Winston