The Sweet Death of Peace
The sweet death of peace
I tried to run away from guns
I tried to dream away from screams
i tried to walk and tried to talk]
but no one hears my silent tears
i tried to call for someone's help
i tried to ease the pain i feel
but no one did offer a hand
No one wanted that i should stand
i hate the world who never listened to me
Until my last breathe, or until eternity
Hope is a single chance
that a world of war never demands
peace is gone and death is everywhere
morning is nothing but an imaginary place somewhere
So let this be the world's tragic ending
And life after death be the new beginning.
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