Wounded Peace by Dan Haase

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O, wounded heart not healing,

for constant is the sin; 

born of evil wanderings

through the wreckages of war.

The battlements are fallen, 

and strife between your kin, 

cannon fire still sounding

through the wreckages of war.

Though sorrow be your anthem,

and loss your only win, 

in this kingdom of your longings, 

through the wreckages of war.

O, wounded heart not healing,

let the Surgeon in,

whose presence is restoring

the wreckages of war.