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
Copyright © Mony Reyna | Year Posted 2008
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