The end of war is not so far away,
The Prince Of Peace is closer too;
Before we kill each other in this play,
We've much to learn and more to do.
The world's a stage, old Willie said,
And each actor and actress has a role;
and though old Willie is now long dead,
His words live on, as does his parted soul.
Mine is to share a thought or two,
To spread the love and joy I've found;
To lift a heart that's down and blue,
To scatter laughter and happiness 'round.
To sing a song, that calms your fears,
To still the hurt that you have known;
To kiss away the turmoil and the tears,
To tell that your dreams, they have not flown.
To wish away the midnight sorrows,
and banish demons from your doors;
To give to you the promise of tomorrows,
With these small things, we'll end the wars.
Pray to the Prince Of Peace for blessings,
Give Him the Honor and the Glory;
Through times of trials and times of testings,
His will, will be the end and final story.
david lessard
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-end-of-war-2/
