Come with me forget the past
Doing it will make it the best
Days are flying away fast
Only love will forever last
Forget the war
Blood no more
No way for peace
When bloody tears can't find an ease
I'm the stranger to her own home
I'm the evidence of this ugly war
They've took away my country and it's peace
Ruind are all my memories have gone with the stormy wind
They've killed my country's innocent people
The blood and the pain children lost in vain
Destroyed all those smiles
The war took away the peacful soul of mine
I saw my fathers tears
Hidden forgoten behind the war's misrable noise<br>
Those hands wrinkled and tired
they're my pride my honors
Those are my fathers pure hardworking hands
My honest hero's hands
Were hidding his wrinkled tired face
Couldn't believe it, I wish I were dead
Before I see that strong man's cry
With every drop I died million deaths
Never imagined never thought, before my strong hero can ever cry
How can this be real my God where is your fair?
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