let's sit in the quiet of this temporary peace
and rest our war-ridden bones
i'll share my canteen of nectar
and you'll sigh with hydrated satisfaction
perhaps tonight our dreams won't be filled with violence
perhaps we'll smell the spring again, new life and rich flowers
perhaps we'll taste the strawberries on our tongues again
perhaps we'll listen to the song of the wind through the trees
perhaps you'll rest in the soft grass and the fallen angel leaves
and perhaps we won't be haunted by these memories
perhaps, perhaps
perhaps
