Yours Peace,1 min 387 1 min 387
I see you each day
Coming and conquering the last bench of the classroom
Or finding the most abandoned place in the park.
It looks like your body is at a disheveled battle
And you have walked through hell.
Each day the rising sun burns your wounds harder
And each night you lean on your bed
For just an hour of healthy sleep.
And the rain quivers the wound
Letting it heal for a moment.
Your tongue too is at a war.
Fighting to bark words
Screaming for their rights.
How many dreams lie hanged on the doorstep of your room with a warning sign.
Just once I'd like to be the peace,
A flower over your battered body.
So, the next time you clear your wound in rain,
I'll be the peace you seek in pain.