Into the valley I have come,
  Encumbered by the tools of war.
  Down the path of blood and death,
  Into the valley to find my rest.
  Into the valley where flowers bloom,
  And thunder of the war is stilled
  And peace upon the savaged land;
  Into the valley I have walked,
  Alone in thought but seeing clear,
  The valley has no limit here.
  No more to see the hollowed eyes
  Or taste the tears from sunless skies,
  Or face the sword that terrifies.
  Into the valley I have come,
  To touch the hand that gave me life.

BY:  JOHN KENT