The Violence of the Past

If we reap what we sow
And what we sow is violence,
Then violence will show
And end all in silence.

From the violence we reap
Our children all fall,
Then in silence we weap
And the violence we stall.

For if we don't stop the violence
There will be no change,
For within the silence
We know love has a greater range.

For the past is the past
And it must stay as so,
For if we change the past
Then this future must go.