The Land Of Make Believe
by john cody
The battle ends, as the last soldier falls.
My heart has been wounded pierced by the
arrow of betrayal, but still I fought on.
My supply of hugs and kisses running low
gravely weakened by my wounds. My eyes
could no longer see, because of the tears, until
at last I fell among the other hearts that lay
broken and bleeding upon this battlefield
of love.
In the twilight of the evening, I saw you walking
away the victor, in search of other prey. Yet once
more I want to ride to where the sun now sleeps,
behind the mountain, to once again feel the wind
in my hair and the rain that gives life to all of
God’s creation and to feel it roll down my face.
Perhaps it will heal the pain, or is it only my tears.
To face the future, we must put the past behind us.
We must let the young ones grow and we must let the
Old ones dream of younger carefree days.
So if your heart is right, and you wish to come along
upon this journey, bring warm blankets for the chill
of the night and perhaps some whiskey for our aches
and pain, and together we will ride to the top of the
hill that stands above the valley of hearts broken and
watch the sunrise above the mountain of loves
hope and see it’s rays reflect off of the river of forgiveness.
In a land far away, hidden deep in the valley below,
the snow capped peaks of despair there is a place
where the lost and lonely meet…..this place is called,
"The Land Of Make Believe"
copyright © 12-11-2000,2003 by john cody