Peace Train Passing

Peace Train Passing

War train dredging down a grade of gloom
Grey gowns dancing in the dusk of doom
Nightmares wakened from a musty tomb
Dark dank dwellers of the devil’s womb

Here to hunt for heads in heathen halls
Here to celebrate faith’s crumbling walls
Here to fill its ranks, out goes the call
Here to orchestrate earth’s final fall

Is there faith enough hallowed halls?
Is their life enough in wailing walls?
Is there care enough to stop the call?
Is there heart enough to end the fall?

Tear-stained memory prays for long lost peace
From hell protection and from grief release
Straining toward a strength that time forgot
Silent telegraph, “Forget us not”…

Peace train waking, rustling from the east
Pure silk singing, strumming songs of peace
Sterling silver in the dawn of light
Beauty burdened with a sense of right

Two trains traveling on a single track
War train, peace train, neither turning back
Two trains, each believing in its might
Split decision between black and white

Is there faith enough in hallowed halls?
Is there life enough in wailing walls?
Is there care enough to stop the call?
Is there heart enough to end the fall?

Whistles blowing as the beacons near
Headlights framing bright the flagman’s fear
War train, thunder cloud, dispensing pain
Peace train blinded, courage on the wane

Last chance looming for a coward’s course
Detour ‘round the war, dispense with force
Decision made, the flagman waves his wand
One train veers towards the dark beyond

Peace train shrinking, its conductor sleeps
War train growing while the flag man weeps
Peace train fading into memory’s space
War train taking on the leader’s face

Is there faith enough in hallowed halls?
Is there life enough in wailing walls?
Is there care enough to stop the call?
Is there heart enough to end the fall?

Wood’s fall, waters foul, before its scythe
Mankind ‘neath brown skies begins to writhe
Guilt strewn souls who took the softer trail
Stare in sadness at their authored tale

Skies once spacious, seas once brightly shone
Plains that one time were the bisons’ home
Mountains, forests, rivers once so grand
Beaches littered, death-knell writ in sand

Staring at the stars a dreamer sighs
In a barren flat an old man cries
From an empty nest an eagle flies
On the plains below a nation dies

Is there faith enough in hallowed halls?
Is there life enough in wailing walls?
Is there care enough to stop the call?
Is there heart enough to end the fall?