John Griffiths Poems
|3.||Wise Old Tree||6/23/2008|
|4.||Progress Of The Soul||6/23/2008|
|11.||Journey Of The Night||6/23/2008|
|14.||Proceed Towards The Light||6/23/2008|
|15.||If I Fall||6/23/2008|
|18.||Field Of Dreams||6/23/2008|
|20.||Waiting For Me||1/2/2003|
|25.||What About The Children||1/2/2003|
What About The Children
If Man could learn the lesson, from mistakes he made before.
There would never be a reason, to start another war.
It could be any country, where the bullets fly around.
You're sure to find the victims, lying dead upon the ground.
But, what about the children, who are standing there all crying.
With fear and desperation, as they see the people dying.
So full of devastation, as they search upon the ground.
Looking for a movement, listening for a sound.
The children are the losers, at the end of every day.
Can anybody tell me, why the children ...
Wise Old Tree
You held my hand as we took a stroll,
For as far as the eye could see,
Until we felt the need to rest,
Down by a wise old tree.
It was then you opened up your heart
And unlocked it with a key,
As I put my arms around you,
Beneath the wise old tree.