The quiet sobs that break our hearts
           Seem to play no part.
           The silent tears that stain our face
           Make truth hard to trace.
           The anguish, torment, pain, and dread
           Release foreboding, sadness wed.
           We beg, and plead, and demand to know
           How can war make love grow?

           The child alive with zest and hope
           Without his father must learn to cope.
           At night alone as thought invades
           Tries to imagine his Daddy laid
           Stretched out, exposed on the battlefield
           Their strength and honour he had to yield.
           “But Son,” he said, “from war comes peace.
           Well, pieces of freedom, at least.”

           A lonely wife has shattered dreams
           A lover lost in life’s crazy scheme.
           She contemplates the midnight sky
           Praying desperately that he will not die.
           Could she but travel through space and time
           Be at his bedside for God’s grace or sign.
           Instead her heart is heavy with pain
           Wondering if their lives will be joined e’er again?

           And the victims in these war-torn lands
           Innocent children touched by Evil’s cold hand.
           Babies suffering at the mercy of hate
           Wounded and dying for the power of State.
           Close your eyes and turn away -
           Do not ruin your day.
           Be tormented by guilt at your refusal to pray
           Divine mercy is needed for the Devil is at play.

           So when mankind’s endless tears
           Stain the picture, make it clear.
 When love still grows from fear and hate
           And hope is there at Heaven’s gate.
           We know that tomorrow is another chance
           To be a player in life’s colourful dance.
           Count not the colour, nor creed, nor race
           Count not the rich, nor poor, save God’s grace.