Chaos, what we always try to yield.
Anguish and poverty expected at it’s least.
Fire and ice at the battlefield.
Rage, streaming through the burning air.
Hope filling your mind, like no other thought.
Giving you a reason to care.
When foggy skies get brighter,
and heavy clouds grow lighter,
the everlasting conflict will fade away...
Serenity and nobility mending through, as it can.
Ruined fields and toxic rivers turn alive and clean, once again.
The acts of righteousness and justice, rushing through the once closed door.
At last, dreams and creativity may explore,
and the passion for respect and honor will soar...
Jokes, now hysterical.
Salvation and loyalty, explicit.
Peace.
A miracle.
