The Remnants Of War
A dream came to me in my sleep tonight
Of a house on a hill aglow with firelight
Pine trees stood tall like soldiers behind.
A peaceful scene, but to enter you'd find
A man who had passed from wounds too deep
For him to be happy, to walk, or to sleep.
This man was a gentleman who fought for his life
And for others he carried his lifelong strife.
His burden was heavy and his mind on a fight
That brought him to lie still on the solemn night
In a house on a hill aglow with firelight
Where forever he will rest, no more wars will he fight