Orb of silence show me a sign,
Which way shall go this human kind?
With war and famine, ******, too,
What is the human race to do?

Seen coups and crisis, tears that flow,
How many see this pain we know?
Devastating lives, such  broken pain,
Sometimes the world has gone insane.

This child I hold that hugs me dearly,
Has little recollection of peace so nearly,
But still the daggers of despair slice quickly,
The aftermath should make us sickly.

The blanket beckoning us to so cover,
Will split the two, most innocent lovers,
When common sense and lies abound,
Hear heaven calling, the deafening sound.

When all will gather on the rocky mountain,
Drink deep within the everlasting fountain,
Then maybe we will stop swift madness,
Remove the tears, remove the sadness.