She rose on a cannon sight
Smoke turned silver in the sky
Drifting higher
Weightless frame
No one below
Could call
his name
Trumpets fading into haze
Colors melting through the blaze
On a drifting thunder shroud He became
the man on a cloud
And he rained down flowers
Crimson gold
On to hearts so tired
On to hands so cold
Guns grew quiet Silence sang aloud
The war was
ended by the man on the cloud Iron
helmets kissed the ground
Petals swirling all around Bullets rusted in the dew
Peace was something strange but true
Rivers ran with violet light
The soldiers dropped their will to fight
Every tear
became a seed
Growing gardens out of need
Crimson gold
On to hearts so tired On to hands so cold
The cannons wet The sky aloud
The war was ended by the man on the cloud Floating,
fading,
drifting slow
Where
he's gone we'll never know But the meadow keeps his vow
Peace remains beneath the cloud