The peace of the world is not always dead
Just forgotten by the hunger of war
Slowly sucking all living with its roar
And captivating innocents with dread.
Where existence must be repaired with thread
And the circus of corpses full of gore-
This brings the screams and shouts through the trapdoor
Of misery, crying black fire ahead.
Serenity and harmony are brought
Within wasted powers of violence
And birds sing songs to bring happiness, got
A heart so pure, a soul cleaned with silence.
For amity is the answer we need
To have the lost lands of suffering freed.