WA3 Draft 2

Peace is a word
Like the dove is a bird
But behind it is so much more
It is like a saint
Without sin, without taint
And that is what makes the dove soar
It is a way of being
Without need of seeing
Whatever road you walk upon
But on this earth you can’t reach it
So there is no way to teach it
Until you are dead and gone
When your spirit drifts around
It will plant its feet on new ground
It needs no lessons of science or math
It will start walking
Listening, not talking
Because peace is the end of the path

WA 3 draft 1

Peace is a word
Like the dove is a bird
But behind it is much, much more
It is like a saint
No sin, no taint
And that is what makes the dove soar
When your spirit flies around
It will plant its feet on new ground
It needs no lessons of science or math
It will start walking
Listening, not talking
Because peace is the end of the path
It is a way of being
Without need of seeing
Whatever road you walk on
But on this earth you can’t reach it
So there is no way to teach it
Until you are dead and gone