The sun sets in the sky,
almost another day,
why doe it seem a lie?
A smile smile on my face,
as I remember,
the sun of yesteryear.
A peace that transcends the heart,
makes ones eyes flutter,
in quiet contemplation.
The first victim of war,
is always innocence,
As the onlooker fades away.
Thusly my heart seeks to know,
where our hopes went,
as to dream of being,
a better man.