I was lost in many role-playing games;
Used many unknown names;
And Yes, there were real people, players alive and true like me and you;
We have weapons in those games but the only thing that could hurt there are our words;
I humbly beg for the leaders, fathers of this world can you all kindly put down all your swords?

I don't know if you have also a brother or a child joining in those games of war;
Earlier this happened there was an accident near where I am now a motorcycle sandwiched by two cars;

We see how fragile we are;
Even if we are afar can anyone feel somehow?
For when any child truly cries deep bend and bow;
And leaves everything to the hands of Who knows Who;
I hope the dreams of the pure hearts will come true;

I don't know if truly I can say I love you;
But inside of me I'm happier when someone sings I'll try to fix you;
There was this Carpenter's child I wonder if the father and child spent some time;
For the fathers and leaders of this world, I hope these words don't hurt but fix, For I know I don't own anything even this rhyme, hope you can feel the gentle signs of times;