All that's left on the field
Are the scorched remains of the trees
Broken hearts need to be healed
Hatred is a disease
If we fight fire with fire
The flames never die
Rising higher and higher
The ash fills the sky
When we fight the dark with more darkness
We tend to lose our sight
On a barque I sail this sea of madness
Just waiting to see the light
Why do we fight hate with hate
When it destroys the things we dream of
I hope it's not to late
For the day we all learn to love
Because all that's left on the field
Are the scorched remains of the trees
Broken hearts need to be healed
This hatred is a disease
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a good message well written