Side-By-Side: Peace in Iraq
When the dust lifts from the battlefield,
When all the bloodshed is washed away,
When we have no need for arms or shields,
I'm just waiting for that blessed day.
When the troops can return to their homes,
When children see their fathers again,
When our brave soldiers no more must roam,
When no more battles take lives of men.
When war is but a forgotten past,
When the roar of battle fades away.
When our wounds begin to heal at last,
I'm still awaiting that final day.
When we can laugh, run, play, and sing,
When souls break free and start to soar,
When our hearts fly without anything,
When peace returns to us evermore.
When the sun loses its blood-red hue,
When the dashing clouds are pure and clean,
When the sky regains its azure blue,
When nature flows of tranquil green.
As the moon parts with the horizon's edge,
As the stars so bright settle in space,
So may we, as to ourselves have pledged,
Come to find and settle in our place.
As the waves tumble onto the beach,
As the seagles skim the skies, carefree,
When the tide gently slips out of reach,
Let it wash all troubles out to sea.
Then let us walk around, hand in hand,
When the calendar hits March or May,
No wish, no fear, no dire command,
Can block out all my hope for that day.