A Letter From the Land of War

The flowers bloom, the river flows The sound of birds chirping along with the sound of the wind The berries I can taste the sweetness in my mouth It’s all in my head; it’s all a manufacturing mind The opportunity to know ABC The chance to make friends and hang out with them The chance to grow and build the world a better place in the future It’s only a dream, a letter of hope drowning in a rapid stream All I can hear is the sound of the revolvers and explosions All I can hear is the sound of people screaming out for help Everyday is a parade, so crowded so earsplitting Turned ourselves into shadows in this variable life Have no opportunity to peep for the rising sun Or only to breathe the air of the evening breeze I don’t remember my childhood All of a sudden, I grow into a mature form People here no longer remember the names of days, months of years We’re just linger in a moving timeless land Until there are no longer the sound of war So don’t think that we’re invisible, we just don’t live in the surface Please pray for us That’s is the best way to release us from this unending fight Please pray for us So we can build a new kingdom of love for the children Missed their birthdays, lost their hope