The Last Morning

Don't forget the stories heard when you were young Don't believe the words that hurt when you were done Don't give in to cares and worries in your heart Don't forsake the ones who wash your feet in tears In the end the soldiers carrying banners will

When the walls of the families fall down stone hearts melt away When the walls of the families fall down troubles will not stay Even when the dark clouds grow Our wills shall not be broken Even with the storms around Our peace shall not be shaken Chi

Doorkeeper, doorkeeper, where have the kids gone? No songs from the pasture echo with their sound, no wide open gate beckon freedom and friend, nor cries in the distance attract the free man. Stillness walks the forest where sorrow now stands. Doorke

Sweet little Beth who thought nothing of time, kissed the young man who stood outside her door every night. He had said he'd never leave her nor sail on their wedding day. Letters in frames told the evergreen tale of the young hero's life and his bri

Man made keys to jump out of fairy tales of peace and splendour wistful thoughts behind A hundred words lock deep into dancing waves of peace and splendour shadows sharpen A time to harvest, a time for joy, a time to see if things would grow again, a

Isaiah saw a vision of a great and mighty war led by a young boy born among gold, incense and myrrh. The nation of his birth will sleep, safe among the burning trees. Isaiah on the floor in reverence of the God he saw, walking the earth among the men