Peaceweaver - Kate Price

Upon a hill, above a town

A young girl sits, her head bowed down

Asking «when will it cease, this troubled time?»

And leave her land in peace

And in the spring, before their power

Into hear hair she weaves the flowers

And with open hand, she walks her land

Her destiny to find

It is arranged, the plans are set

Into a warring clan she’s wed

She’s a human bridge to stop the flow

Of blood upon their fields

With summer sun, she wears a crown

Her maidens dress now a foreign gown

And it’s her body she lays down

She’s a weaver of peace

But war returns, again and again

One battle claims her family’s men

Sons, husband, brothers, father, all

To each other swords they fall

With autumn wind upon the pyre

She weaves their arms before the fire

To set them free her sole desire

She’s a weaver of peace

And with the snow she takes her leave

To heal herself she sits to weave

A tapestry her tale to tell

And give her grief to time

Her long hair shorn as golden thread

She weaves a story of her dead

That those who see may choose peace instead

She’s a weaver of peace