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| Heal your Heart, Love your Body and Claim your Joy! Reinventing Myself by Sonya Green is now available in paperback. Click the book cover to find out more. |
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As blood seeps into the desert
Unborn children never have their years
And rain falls down as an act of forgiveness
Like a mothers hand wipes away the tears
He did not exist to be a hired killer
He had not even learned to hate
Lies of glory and misguided honour
Took him to that dreadful fate
He looked into to the eyes of soldiers
Fighting for the other side
He saw himself and all his dreams on fire
And fell upon his sword without his pride.
A choir sang in 3 part harmonies
From a church high up upon a hill
The bells they rang into the valley
And roses held their breath so very still
He travelled home upon a sunlit breeze
Not to the home he knew before
Not to the ones who birthed and loved him
Praying that he’d come home from the war
The enemy, he knew, was his brother
The fear he battled was the only fight
Forced to work against his very nature
And justifying wrong as something right
The flesh of man is only temporary
A gift from borrowed time and dust
The soul is eternal and expansive
and honour is in doing what we trust
Copyright Sonya Green www.reinventingmyself.com
Unborn children never have their years
And rain falls down as an act of forgiveness
Like a mothers hand wipes away the tears
He did not exist to be a hired killer
He had not even learned to hate
Lies of glory and misguided honour
Took him to that dreadful fate
He looked into to the eyes of soldiers
Fighting for the other side
He saw himself and all his dreams on fire
And fell upon his sword without his pride.
A choir sang in 3 part harmonies
From a church high up upon a hill
The bells they rang into the valley
And roses held their breath so very still
He travelled home upon a sunlit breeze
Not to the home he knew before
Not to the ones who birthed and loved him
Praying that he’d come home from the war
The enemy, he knew, was his brother
The fear he battled was the only fight
Forced to work against his very nature
And justifying wrong as something right
The flesh of man is only temporary
A gift from borrowed time and dust
The soul is eternal and expansive
and honour is in doing what we trust
Copyright Sonya Green www.reinventingmyself.com
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