Sleep now, your blood moving in the quiet windNo longer afraid for the othersHurrying through the tall grassOr the faces laughing on the beachSleep now, you do not hear the dry wind prayOr the children play a game called soldierssleep now, alone in the sleeves of griefListening to clothes fallingAnd your flesh touching godTo the chatter and backslapping of christMeeting the heroes of warSleep now, you do not hear the dry wind prayOr the children play a game called soldierssleep now, your words have passed the lightsShining from the eastAnd the sound of flak raping graves and emptying the seasonsSleep now, sleep nowYou do not hear the dry wind prayOr the children play a game called soldiers
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Written By LAVELLE,CAROLINE/PATTERN,BRIAN
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