Groups of mourning voices, shouting and begging,
For a drop of quenching peace, that is all they're praying;
Essence turns ambiguous, as one's freedom is translated to dying
Power is equated with fighting, and living is all about killing.
Beliefs against beliefs, uprising, terrorism, political pressures,
Bombs, guns, bullets; war was blindly chosen among measures;
Pieces of dreams were shattered, security was threatened,
An eye for an eye, a life for a life, all defenses were weakened.
With the blink of an eye, light turned into darkness
Irreconcilable differences led to broken promises;
Thousands of blooded faces & wounded hearts,
Unstoppably annihilated by tons of raging TANKS.
While the sun is setting, anger and hatred hostage the night,
The horizon of hope is moving farther away from sight.
Sounds of violence conquer what's left in freedom and right
As flashes of defeat and death cripples the remaining sparks of light.
Thick dark clouds veils the shining grace of the moon
Turning the face of the earth into a pitch-black zone
Revealing nothing but the truth of an ongoing abomination
Every soul is wandering towards an existential desperation.
This night, sparks of gunfire and bombs are the sole lights that blinks
The innocent land feeds on cold bodies; while on wasted bloods it drinks!
There must be other options, some grounds, some common links:
where the heart peacefully breathes, the soul calmly lives, the mind rationally THINKS.
In the midst of suffering, death and horizon of hopelessness,
There must be a way out, somewhere beyond the restlessness;
Is it beyond the land buried in land mines? Or across the valley of tears?
Is it above the Wuthering heights? Or under the Lebanon's Cedar trees?
Their bodies are willing to die, but their souls are still fighting for life
They are exhausted in fears, but their hearts are still fighting the strife;
In their existence fueled by uncertainty, there's still room for life to strive
There's still courage that lingers within; There's still hope that can thrive!
Just when it seems that the world is slowly fading into pieces of dusty blanks
And history seems to write that life is nothing but this world's biggest pranks
There's still Someone above us who will govern ultimately all the human-made ranks,
There's still His undying truth of salvation that we all have to give THANKS.