| The Battle |  |
| The moon is sky high
And perfectly round
As it highlights the beauty
Of disputed ground.
Life is a journey
Where the passage is free.
After, there's judgment,
By the living and Thee.
Tomorrow's carnage,
We'll survive if we can.
Death and dismemberment
By the hand of man.
Some will stumble
With absence of breath.
While others charge
Into the face of death.
We'll race toward the battle
And pray for the best,
Hoping somehow
We pass God's test. | By Tom Zart
Copyright 2004
Listed May 10, 2007
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