The drums of war are beating fast.
You say, fight,” but I say, “dance.”
Won’t you put your weapons down,
beat your spears back into plowshares,
and embrace me
as we did back in the garden.
Let us be one, united,
let us hold hands and sing,
to the stars, the heavenly lighthouse
leading us back to where we were,
where we belong.
we are both tired and in need of rest,
peace, and assurance.
Let our war be over,
you are my friend and my companion.
Forever and always