Put down your weapons of war
Stop that Death which you had bore
Open your minds , look up to the sky
Do you see the white dove fly?
Will this continue forever?
Friends will die , children will cry
Brothers burried in the white sand
And life seems to have nothing but an end
The love of youth is still the truth
And death is still the end...
But I remember a time during my youth
When we thought killing , is the truth
And we look back ,
And see no sky ,
We remember our friends
that fought And Died.
A path of lost memories ,
Going deep in our souls
Like thousands of scrolls ,
Burried under a sea of halls.
But this is the price of truth
And some day it will return
Our love of youth.
This is A voice
That needs to be heard
Before everyone
Every single one...is dead.
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