Mother's why doth thy son do this
Fathers can thou not teach life is not all bliss
Carried in a woman's womb
A life born yet in time to end in tomb
Yet why doth we slay Our human brother
Black white yellow doth it bother
Can thou give back a life lost
A bomb a gun a to **** hearts cold and soul frost
Fight for your freedom yes
Human if enemy none less
Creating a world by killing
With grave yards filling
Doth not win a war
In life a deep scar
Fight like a man you fool
A bomb in a bus or in a truck is not cool
Are you a man seeking revenge by killing
Try making the hunger and poor living
What hath thou earned
A dream of souls burned
When life ends what have thou got
Is it ideology or love of life you had cost
Think
None doth go to heaven by killing

"The radio music invaded my mind.
It brought me to a place i left behind.
Our glory days were filled with so
much fun, the song came to an end, but
the memory had just begun."

Wishes are like butterflies
Beautiful, astonishing, but frail
Similar to magic spells
As if from a fairy tale.

Wishes are like tears
Uncontrollable and emotional
Because they come from the heart
They are illogical and irrational.

Wishes are like fine china
When they are too much to carry
They'll become broken shards
Reactionary and fragmentary.

Wishes are like the atmosphere
Surrounding me and you
Appearing in the form of fallen stars
How I wish they'd come true.