War words

 I came unto a dry place

Full of skulls and stone

And in the lines of every face

Were the bones of those I'd known

And it was not as if a trace

Was left which came before

But these are the lines of my disgrace

Inside this bloody war

I held my palms up to the sky

And I did pray for rain

And all upon a lullaby

A butterfly it came

It landed down upon my hand

And unfolded out its wings

And I could see the hand of God

In every beautiful thing