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Dragon

In the shroud of a dream, came a vison surreal.

Within terror was hope, and fantasy was real.

Between the rockets and the bombs, and the roar of the planes.

Flew a gossamer dragon, with eyes tear stained.

I heard the voice of a child, one who had come and gone.

She was just eight years old, and living in Lebanon.

And I wonder about me, and I wonder about you.

And I wonder if we're trying, and I wonder if there's anything we can do.

With a mighty roar, the dragon flew down.

With a scream of anguish, he knelt to the ground.

Everyone stopped to behold, this thing before their eyes.

With a gentle touch, he picked her up and flew,

flew to the skies!

On the wings of a dragon, came a message of love.

With the voice of an angel, came strength to rise above.

In the eyes of the children, I can hear the words I say.

For the smiles of the children, God gives us another day.

©1992 David D. Vande Velde