Village Song (Interlude)
Selma Ducanovic
Is it time, to lay, our armor down?
It could wreck, what little faith we have
Your sword, has pierced, my shield
More times than I can count
Is it time, to lay it down?
Will the bread, be made, for tomorrow?
If it's not, we may break, something else
Your fork's, been in, my plate
More times than I can count
Is it time, to lay it down?
Our kids, come back, with bruises
Our words, become, their thoughts
And their thoughts, will make, their actions
From now on till the end
I think its time, to lay it down