Bright Morn

Forever lost were the days of war
As I entered into that bright morn,
The clouds rolled back and the smoke cleared
The sun shone bright as the crowds cheered
And what could be seen was truly rare
As laughter danced in the air
Feet jumped and hearts listened
Hands met and eyes glistened
No one saw a grieving face
Pain was lost without a trace.
For forever lost were the days of war
When I entered into that bright morn.