Alas, I've searched the world to find
That Peace begins within the mind.
It doesnot rest in other men.
Alone, within, will Peace begin.
Alas! , the raging battle's done
And morning once again has come
As stillness swathes the bleak horizon o'er
The place where echoes come to strum
The price of drugs-heartache and tears;
And slamming cell doors-twenty years;
To fear our children, now possessed,
Our little ones we once caressed.
My model railroad stretched about
Through every room and floor.
I strived to make the whole layout
Look better than before.
I understand your pain;
I've partaken of your loss;
Though I could have had great gain,
I but chose an ugly cross.
Hie to the stables; the foxhunt's begun;
Mount now the horses; release now the prey;
Ride now the field where the quarry must run-
Run 'til he's fallen-a bundle of gray.
He closed his eyes to pray
As pain seemed far away
For when the darkness touched his eyes,
His soul began to rise.
Though broken 'neath the weight of grief,
The heart beats on in sorrow.
It seeks to meet some soon relief
But finds none in the morrow.
The appointed time my God shall keep
To wake our loved ones from their sleep.
A joyous choir He then shall raise
Up from the Earth to sing Him praise.
Behind the volted fences,
The gates and walls of stone,
Behind the guarded towers
Where all our men have gone,