Light
In a world that corrupted them selves with hate and scorn . Its always good to know their
is a light in the midst,like an early morning dawn.For many countries,many wars. Some for
a purpose. Maybe for a cause. But still even today we can't get it right. The reason why
we fight. If I can say the least. Why can't we live in peace. Generations come and go. And
for what? To reap the harvest that the people before us sow. Till this day we wait. To
stop the hate. But again eventually believing and justifying our will. The reason why we
kill. But each day I live with hope. One of the reasons why I cope.Knowing that one day we
will step out in that light. Then ceased to fight.
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