I raise my eyes and say a prayer <br /> As waves crash hard upon the shore. <br /> Grey Mist swirls against the sky, <br /> My heart aches with a remembering cry. <br /> War and death again draw nigh, <br /> As young men and women stand to die. A bitterness grips and claims my soul, <br /> As tears fall steadily in the sand. <br /> Big men talk the time away, <br /> Til decisions are made and weapons are manned. <br /> Protected far from the coming fray, <br /> How can they sleep or face the day. Thoughts turn about to days gone by, <br /> Of young men strong and full of life. <br /> Pride filled their eyes as they marched on by, <br /> Not afraid of the coming strife. <br /> Evading truth that many would die, <br /> All that remained was loved ones sigh. I raise my eyes and send a prayer, <br /> To one I know is caring there. <br /> A voice comes back so deep and low. <br /> "Man has chosen his way to go,... <br /> It's up to him to turn the tide, <br /> And cleanse the world of his evil side." To help the suffering aid the weak, <br /> Guide the blind and kinship seek, <br /> Lift his brothers no matter what race, <br /> And build a new and better place. <br /> "Then I'll be There!"<br /><br />Joyce Marie Hayes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/then-i-ll-be-there/
