No more wars, no more pain
No more lies, no more games…
No more blood, no more bombs
No more deaths, no more tombs…
What is peace? Do you know?
Does it mean another fall,
Another soldier’s broken heart,
Another hopeless game of cards…
We are nothing but sick puppets
Being led to their end.
We trust, believe in the wrong people
And no one lends their hand.
Can you hear the women crying?
Can you see the children dying?
Hunger, draughts, death in vain,
Their hearts are filled with pain…
We were born to live than die
But only when the timd has come.
Our souls are strong, they’ll fly,
Up the sky ‘till Heaven’s dome…
Being young and free is treasure
Helping, though, brings more than pleasure.
Unite the nations and bring them PEACE,
The good in people can be released…
No more graves, no more holes
No more guns, no more walls…
Daniella B.
(Inspired by Dream Theater - Enemy inside)
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