Victories in many forms
On the wings of morning borne.
What’s today and what’s tomorrow
When we beg, steal and borrow
Joy for now and peace for then
Oh I hear the cries of men
“Trade us pain for your sorrow
If not now then please tomorrow.”
Take your peace and trade it down
To the “lesser” side of town
Where fear and loathing long abound
Waiting for freedom to be found
In a needle, cash, or dream,
God this pattern makes us scream.
Those of us who seek true peace
Know it is lost where soothing meets
A cry for comfort sadly, loudly purporting
Our need for silence’s own last resorting
Peace today in discomfort found
Peace today only abounds
In lost aches and pains
Held tightly to gain.
Peace. Lay it down. Be so light
Feel the anger, loss, and fright