A time will come where sky is clear
Without black clouds to make us in wrong moods
A time will come where thunderstorms will stop
When we fear the sound of thunderbolts
The danger is ahead it seems sometimes
When looked back things were different
There were clouds and thunderbolts before
Then tragic stories of human tragedies
The world faced all with a herculean spirit
And overcame the hurdles in several ways
We can expect a good day for our earth
And the time of peace must prevail with any cost.
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