Private Sorrow

Heaven's rain falls upon
 Faces of the children who look skyward.
 Twisting metal through the air,
 Scars and screams
 So you might know his fury.
 See shells whistle,
 Let your mind drift away.
 See shells whistle,
 Let yourself hide away.
 Men walking tall
 Looking so small.
 Green trees of life disappearing.
 Mouthing the sounds.
 Face clowning the frowns
 Black the lips of command.
 Torn in the heart.
 You're playing the part
 Courage it is so demanding
 Loud brass in bands.
 Marching through lands.
 Life snatching hand is near.
 Heaven's army falls upon.
 The skirts of mother earth and then flies skywards.
 Twisting wings through the air
 Lift the souls,
 So you might know his fury.
 See shells whistle,
 Let your mind drift away.
 See shells whistle,
 Let yourself hide away.
 Dressed in white silk of rain
 You marry the pain.
 As you kneel in a church of bright steel
 A new morning arrives.
 You share the same skies.
 Umbrella-ring a land full of peace
 As the memory fades
 On the edge of a blade.
 You'll return you 're sure that you will.
 From the frame in your hand
 A smile expands.
 Hangs from a thread of glass tears.