O lead me to some peaceful gloom
(from "Bonduca")
Henry Purcell

O lead me,
lead me to some peaceful gloom
where none but sighing lovers come
where the shrill trumpets never sound
but one eternal hush goes round

there let me soothe my pleasing pain
and never never think of war
what glory can a lover have
to conquer yet be still a slave?



If only there was such a place in this world to soothe the pain i'm dealing with at this very moment..
If only life had no stories called love..
no stories called war... and the mixture of both words...
*sigh*