I don't know a lot about war

Look-

I don't know a lot about life, or love, or how to end a war-

But I can tell you about joy, how it hides in the creases of giving palms. 

How it eddies with the lull of a whispering prayer.

How it, when you really, looks a lot of hope.

I don't know much about life, love, or war.

But I know that somehow, always, joy will be there. 

Singing through the dwindling dark.