An idea for a song...

No rest for the weary souls

Only stands the test of time

From Grandfather clock, a chime

Death fines them a heavy toll

Chorus:

Silent breath to hold the peace

Strong hands to steady the blow

A wailing cry breaks silence

Pandora’s evils alone know

The brothers: preaching sermon

The sisters: a stone cold tear

And the child will wonder

Why beloved ones aren’t here

Chorus:

Silent breath to hold the peace

Strong hands to steady the blow

A wailing cry breaks silence

Pandora’s evils alone know*

Still, the morning sky is blue

And birds trill a fluty tune

Their lovely bright rhapsody

To heavenly births anew

Bridge:

Too many people have died

To let pass one death more

In many futile wars

Or on the turning tides.

When the weary souls have gone

The world spinning, spinning on

Like a child’s plastic top

Fueled by love and hate along

Chorus:

Silent breath to hold the peace

Strong hands to steady the blow

A wailing cry breaks silence

Pandora’s evils alone know*

-Voice in the wilderness

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