War of Dreams
On this battlefield is fought a war
Not unlike the war that men
Fight to the death with dying breath
Till freedom reigns again.
This war is to the death, likewise
Though living may go on
When hope has faded from desperate eyes
And home is no longer home.
This war, unlike the killing fields
Kills only in the heart
Tears up the mind with dangerous thought
And shreds the soul apart.
This war is fought with anguished hands
That do not dare let go
Of dreams born in the days of youth
Surviving friend and foe.
This war of dreams continues on
Till the fight is done and through
'Oft leaving our dreams undone but written
For others to read and do.
©by Voo
Feb 5, 2005
6:32 p.m.
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