O! For my daughters!Freedom out of the ash rises,
O! For my children, she rises;
Kindness and love and joy and life.
Where shall they walk, I pray?
Who, I ask, will light their way?
What shall I leave them?
O! For my daughters!
For them war seems so far away;
A whispered word of grown-up shadows
As they play under the bright eyes of the sun.
When, I ask, will they first see it?
What, will they think of me;
That I did not try to stop war’s reach?
O! For my daughters; peace!
Serenity must smile upon their children.
Freedom out of my hands must soar!
For my daughters, for their innocence!
O! For them I say, “To hell with war!”
Peace Artwork created by my youngest daughter!
