If we change our guns for words
If we start to opening our doors
If we find a way to love
If we take the chance to go
Maybe then, we would sleep
Without worrying about the deep
And taking care of each other
Without the fear of being discovered
Maybe then, we would talk
Without worrying about the clock
And taking away our lock
And maybe then, we would start to walk
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem