when
all the wars have ended we're bereft
of
home and hope but have not yet been killed
so
we construct a life from what is left
the
new beginnings truly have no heft
all
springs of old revival had been stilled
when
all the wars have ended we're bereft
pained
by misfortunes by our failures cleft
none
can be certain of the truly willed
so
we construct a life from what is left
of
the old world knowing full well the deft
conversion
to the new won't be distilled
when
all the wars have ended we're bereft
of
wisdom but we fear no further theft
our
knowledge and our sorrow both fulfilled
so
we construct a life from what is left
while
in the dust the serpent and the eft
conduct
their searches we must turn to build
when
all the wars have ended we're bereft
so
we construct a life from what is left