The Battlefield turned Paradise

It was the hour of their glory harps tuned,they bravely stood strong their path to salvation,cried for sacrifice as a storm loomed,with their hallowed song. * With the first stroke at the harp,they remembered that these hands once took innocent lives Their sins are laid bare in the sunlight with birds as their allies,they strive. * A few yards away,the militia stands eyes locked on the crowd of madmen but the quivering harmony of the voices was slowly driving them insane. * “Together we stand this day making a statement of love let the brave men pull their triggers We will summon with song,the doves. To Life we cry,with a broken voice take up the gun,if you have no choice as the muzzles flash,the world will see salvation is ours,have no mercy. If I never come to Shine give this rose to the brother who killed me If I never come to Shine.” And so their voice echoed in the winds with the depth of sevenfold moons silence pervaded this ruthless battlefield bodies aflame,but hearts in swoon. * “O father cleanse me of all my sins I want to die for glory Let my song have the power to change this day Let the world now heed my story. If I never come to Shine give this rose to the brother who killed me If I never come to Shine.” then came the inevitable as the first round hit his chest but today, death is their inspiration the clarion call did not rest. * With steely-eyed purpose and passion they sang Harp and flute gave them ear to the call Then the storm reached crescendo with the thunder of drums crying, “This day The Rain must fall”. * Louder still,their voice resonated with the torrent of the cleansing storm the soldiers stopped in muted wonder seeking penance,of some fashion or form. * Then the miracle started as one soldier dropped his gun retreating with guilt-driven madness repenting of what he’d just done. * While another rushed at the covey of souls crying,as it were, like a child and in the act of profoundest love they gave him a rose and smiled. * the years of suffering have come to pass enemies have become friends tears are transformed now from sorrow to joy they did not know to what end. * They looked at each other,eye upon eye and readied themselves for to greet the soldiers who joined in the Paradise song their soul salvation complete. * The rain began its heavy downpour and gave bloom to passionate life In this glorious day,a brother hugs brother his sin washed away with his strife. * These are times when love must answer war to make a massive change If my tale to some seem fanciful Why must it be so strange? * This battle will come to an end as they all do. If only it was the last battle If hatred were truly through.