Missing peace


Peace was sleeping 
When a thunder storm was                                                      
When a thunder storm was
She was a missing peace

Peace was missing
When wind blew away roofs
When wind blew away roofs
She was a lone peace

Peace was alone
When rain rained bullets
When rain rained bullets
She was a dying peace

Peace was dying
When streams dried up
When streams dried up
She was a thirsty peace

Peace was thirsty
Who quenched her thirst?
Who quenched her thirst?
She was a dying peace

Peace was dying
Who mourned before her time?
Who mourned before her time?
She was a lone peace

Peace was alone
Who comforted her?
Who comforted her?
She was a sleeping peace

Peace was sleeping
Who awoke her?
Who awoke her?
She was peace not loved

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