Nice is the midnight
under neath the moonlight
when the time is right
you just know
it feels magical
it feels loveable
he may have anger and hate on his hands
but he shows the love theat is needed that the world cannot show
when you see what is broken, you try to fix
this is a war without weapons or hate
there should be peace
there should be love
there should be joy
there should be hate
this is a war on peace there are no weapons
he may have anger and hate on his hands
but he shows the love theat is needed that the world cannot show
when you see what is broken, you try to fix
this is a war without weapons or hate
just trying to make peace
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem