I Mourn For You by Bertie Anthony
I mourn for you who live your lives beneath the exploding stars,
I mourn for you whose flowers are overfed with blood and tears,
I mourn for you who live your lives without the safety of salvation.
The dove of peace will fly to you and then the rain will rise,
The angel of life will fly to you and then hope shall be immoral,
The dog of loyalty shall come to you and then the grass will grow,
Then you will play amongst your garden without a worry or a foe.