If the god is true—
Why don't he fly me through the stars
And end these holy wars,
And why are they many?
When he is one,
When he is the only father to many a son,
When he is mine as well as thine—
Be his child and surrender,
Behold a day from the eyes of mine:
I see a man in peace
And another man watering chinars
Children playing again in the streets
And I am flying through the stars,
All the bloodshed come to cease
And finally has ended all the holy wars.