LONG GATHERING OF PEACE

We've gone out Into the forest
In long gathering of peace
Like a woman in long gathering of woods
For the fire in homestead barely warm our palms


Our bare feet lost its moisture in the dust,
Ten thousands thorns found host under our feet
With empty bellies like a river who lost its source
We   sort rest for our waist to ease our stress
Neath our tongues we seek for the words of comfort

The long gathering of peace grew weak,
Chaos kindled the lamb of forgotten terrors
 then we return  home to make the fire of peace,
Butt the  wind of bitterness grew strong upon our trees
And shame grew cold on our knees

We collapsed into the shadow of the night
 our souls began yearning
For the gentle face of the moon,
For the glory of sunshine
And for the harvest of peace.