Always
New Year’s Day,
the changes have finally come.
From towns to cities to nations,
the world is at peace.
Swords are now plowshares,
the tools of war rust.
But I can only think of you.
I can only see your face.
In the winds of peace,
I only hear your voice.
I will not rest,
til I see you again.
12/25/2011
New Year’s Day,
the changes have finally come.
From towns to cities to nations,
the world is at peace.
Swords are now plowshares,
the tools of war rust.
But I can only think of you.
I can only see your face.
In the winds of peace,
I only hear your voice.
I will not rest,
til I see you again.
12/25/2011
