Histories they say - are
written by conquerors
but human tragedies are
written in memories
...
In a world
where killing humans
in the name of war
and wrecking buildings
...
Solitude
Oh solitude
spread your wings
take me far away
where clouds meet
the mountains and
the sound of
chirping birds
bring tears to
my eyes
Oh solitude
Spread your wings
take me faraway to
the oceans where
I could enjoy the
sunrise and the setting
sun
oh solitude take me
faraway to the
flower gardens
to watch the
buzzing bees
kissing the rose
petals
Oh solitude
close your wings
and drop me
in the land where
my heart is