The long stroll back <br />To the days of true peace, <br />What mankind now lack <br />In the end all dispute frees; <br />Now clouds drift on dim <br />Over bleeding gray earth, <br />In the stormy breme <br />Where life has no worth. <br /> <br />What will become of days <br />That are dying to the night, <br />Will there be turning ways <br />Towards the morning light? <br />That inside might give <br />Justice to good and kind, <br />Will this age now only live <br />Within the eye that is blind? <br /> <br />The long stroll past <br />The mountains of sorrow, <br />Will love in our zest last <br />Will there be tomorrow? <br />The horizon is all dark <br />With more there coming in, <br />Where's now the singing lark <br />And next of his lover kin?<br /><br />Peter S. Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-long-stroll-back-from-lost-song-poems/
