THE BRAVE MAN PUTS DOWN HIS SWORD


  Anger eats' at his heart, hurt devours' this mans' 
  Loving soul,

  He fights' within himself, as he seeks the peace of 
  Restful sleep.

  Listen to this man, as he asks to be heard among 
  The screaming noise,

  A battle rages between pain, and the happiness so 
  Desired for so long.

  What does a man see, when hate and mistrust rule 
  His hopes and dreams,

  He seeks to walk out from the darkness, and let the 
  Fight die with yesterday.

  The brave man awakes to his morning, and breathes 
  The hopeful day,

  With his hand, he takes from his belt the sorrow, 
  Let it go away.

  The brave man puts down his sword, fore there 
  Exists another way,

  The battle needs not to be won, the war created, 
  And destroyed by only he.


                                Keith Garrett