singing songs in the dark

coming home from my war

i went looking for peace

not the most and certainly not the least:

was it man or beast?

the night shooting stars

were drowning out the sound of the city cars

everything was looking the same from my front yard

and i kept standing guard

at the graveyard

where voices stayed silent in bed

reminding me of the recent dead,

the memories never fading

but i no longer needed persuading.

life was more than a walk in the park

singing songs in the dark

monuments were built and stories told;

young heroes trying to remain bold

through the turmoil of tough times:

was it honest work or unnatural crimes?

coming home from my war

i went looking for peace

not the most and certainly not the least:

was it man or beast?

the night shooting stars

were drowning out the sound of the city cars

everything was looking the same from my front yard

and i kept standing guard

at the graveyard

where voices stayed silent in bed

reminding me of the recent dead,

the memories never fading

but i no longer needed persuading.

life was more than a walk in the park

singing songs in the dark.