Hope

You see the beautiful sunrise?

You see it's Golden glow?

Somewhere in the dark corner of the world,

There is someone dying quiet and slow.

You're walking in the garden green,

Skies all clear, Flowers in full bloom,

While there is someone running away from the bullets-afraid to be seen.

These oceans are a brilliant blue,

What about the red ones on the other side,

Can't you see them too?

Hope is the only word we all cling to,

Some live on it's brighter side,

While hanging on the darker side is all the others can do.

The moon shines over the quiet night,

Guarding everyone in her light.

Except the ones blocked by the dark clouds,

Deafened by the gunshots and the grenade loud.

Some stay up at night,

Worrying about the future far away in sight.

While there are the ones who pray through the same night,

To wake up safe to see the day's light.

Hope is the only word we all cling to,

Some live on it's brighter side,

While hanging on the darker side is all the others can do.

Can not blame anyone,

Can not really say that war is wrong?

How will it be,

When one's fighting for terror and pain,

the other for his nation, his truth which they want to kill- and slain.

It's strange how beautiful things is what God gave us,

But in our quest to go ahead and conquer,

We leave everything behind dead.

It's us who are paying it's price,

Be it the young soldier's mother or the helpless refugee who cries.

Again Hope is the only word we all cling to,

Some live on it's brighter side,

While hanging on the darker side is all the others can do.

With love and respect for what we built,

Lets fix what's broken, let's use our guilt.

And walk forward holding this Hope.