It was a small country church
That I may never see again
Yes I was guided in its prayers
To the thoughts of waring men

I saw the war in Viet Nam
I still hear the children cry
And the colours in the window
Fell where my memories lie

I knelt there beside the light
And drifting in my years
I saw the ravages of war
And I cried a thousand tears

If hope lies beyond mans folly
We must always have tomorrow
Where the gentleness of woman
Can baptise a soldiers sorrow

It was just a small window
That I was looking through
Yet it bore an old reflection
Of some memories I knew

I believe the window of peace
Where threads of life unlock
Will shine for all humanity
At the window in Bruce Rock

(c) Victor Churchill Dale....Australian Vietnam veteran

bruce rock 2005

window of peace