My message for the messengers of peace
Is that: one day all these wars will cease,
To the messengers of peace I write,
People who face the darkness, guardians of light.
To the messengers of peace, to the core,
You'll one day become a lore
Of bravery and love,
God's with you in the skies above.
Pigeons already have flown with you,
Towards the heart of sky, that blue
Perspective of God
On the earth you'll see the humanity's blood.
Maybe one day when flowers bloom
And try to vanish this satanic gloom
Maybe one day soon
Angels could dance under the moon.
A day...
Maybe in May
When the trees salute
And daffodils sing their flute…
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