What's going on?

Everyone has a story to tell
If newborn babies could talk,
and if I were to interview one
he would have a story to tell.
It's true, i think they would.

One morning, when the sun comes up
I will see it shine above the valleys of that city
Upon that city that once rose atop the lake
One fine morning, the people will cease murdering each other
No ammunition sounds will reach the ear, and no more gunpowder in the air
No more tears of blood from open wounds
And no more human puzzles to decipher
One morning, when the sun comes up
It will shine its rays upon the missing
Rays that they will follow home,
Where they’ll be greeted with marigolds
Below the mountains, I will see flower gardens  
Full of calla lilies and flower pickers carrying them
That morning, when the sun won’t forget to shine from open skies,
My compatriots will play ‘Pretty Little Sky”
All will sing, and none will cry, because the sun will shine
And bathe away sorrows of the past.

Outside the weather is cold
Wind blows like a freezer
Through the walls it enters
It permeates my lonely soul
Devoid of whom I love

In autumn I shall wait
Sitting on the wooden bench,
Counting falling leaves surrounding me,
For you my lovely dear
To wander off forever sweet

Winds travel west to east
Carrying sadness, disappointments with them
But behind come calm winds
Of joy, happiness, and love
To bathe people in them

Today the rain falls lightly,
So quietly on my rooftop
As I lie down thinking,
Starring blankly at the ceiling,
Will we ever be together?

The earth through the horizon,
Covered in sheets of snow,
Shines brighter than the sun
Love that breathes with passion
Radiates brighter than anything imposed

I shall plant cherry trees
On green fields outside town
And wait years for blossoms
You and I, love, married
Cherry blossoms scattering our countryside

Up above, the skies reside
Slowly, the clouds go by
Here, we sit to meditate
And contemplate life, all calm
As winds carry us away

I look towards the skies
Your image in the clouds,
Like bubbles of my thoughts
Everywhere, with me you come,
Always present in my mind

The mountain dreams and loves
Below, we love each other
And see those many dreams
Seeing, you embrace me tightly
As I kiss you fondly

The flowers of bluish color
Remind me always of sunrise
In days of clear skies
When the sun shines bright
Waking up to your warmness