Where I passed by
Heard children cry.
Brimmed with rain
Peace again.
My Peace to hoard,
With a sword.
Something stirred,
For a word.
A man can find;
His heart behind.
Where I passed by
Heard children cry.
Brimmed with rain
Peace again.
My Peace to hoard,
With a sword.
Something stirred,
For a word.
A man can find;
His heart behind.