let's sit in the quiet of this temporary peace

and rest our war-ridden bones

i'll share my canteen of nectar

and you'll sigh with hydrated satisfaction

perhaps tonight our dreams won't be filled with violence

perhaps we'll smell the spring again, new life and rich flowers

perhaps we'll taste the strawberries on our tongues again

perhaps we'll listen to the song of the wind through the trees

perhaps you'll rest in the soft grass and the fallen angel leaves

and perhaps we won't be haunted by these memories

perhaps, perhaps

perhaps