Into the lands somewhere
in the mist, no more blood
no more gun shooting
across the away, no more bombing
in certain places in
cities and countries of violence crimes
crooks in peace and
harmony of streets, the roads of love
and compassion will grow
into the root of a tree or take
it like a boot on your
feet, if you won a scoot, scoot your
open wide and steady, this
war in the whole entire world
it ends with the V word,
its not like bloodthirsty adventure
and explore, it never
looks like a fairy tale moment, if you
have a choice between a
path of war, or a path of love
and beauty together, all
those soldiers will drop the weapons
on the floor of lifetime,
and start to walk onto the righteous
path of love passion
beauty in the mix, its lot better then
war itself, cannot let go
for it, let it fly and smooth it out and
in beautifully, free love
comes first in line
Written by
Michael James Brindley
5-17-15
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