Going down the hills, she comes,
seeking winds of destiny.
Routes of love and care, builds.
Claims for hopes of liberty.
Sweet, her face is made of waterways
descending from the distant mountain.
Through the breeze, she sings a song of grief
while snake of hate is bent under her feet.
Sorrow falls as river goes, colored
by broken hearts and spoiled towers.
Men and women entirely tired,declaim :
Life on earth must not expire.
Let us sing a song of hope,not to leave our Peace depart.
If Peace leaves to any placehow we know when she returns?Join hands one to the other one.
hare love with every creature.
The unique way to reach everlasting hopes of Peace…
is to love each other more
without any kind of prejudice.
Sun will show its better face
golden, quiet and serene.
Far from cruel evil shadows,creatures
will dance without concern.
Lovely daisies will pat zephyr,petals falling,
free of fright.
Moon will dream on lovely lakes
While the beasts could dare drink.
Hopes of love will be the pathTo overtake our grief.
All these dreams could be truth
if we amend the route
to a world in Peace.