Feel that strong breeze blowing,

Alerting the sun he must get going.

The coolness of air drapes the land,

As the moonlight night begins to shine so grand.

Yet, like this beauty that will not cease,

My thoughts are filled with great unease.

Frustrated with this state of mind

Sitting alone in this frame of time

I admit that I can not understand

Why people battle with their hands.

For brethren were never meant to fight.

Yet in vain they give it will all their might.

Sisters and brothers fight with frightful rage,

And to the book of war is added another page.

And I can’t help but to let this river of tears flow,

And watch as they dance in the moonlit glow.

This sorry site of folly being made

Without a doubt is in dire need of aid.

Every night my cry rings out to you oh Lord,

As my tears spread to the unsheathe sword.

And went my sorrow seems to become so deep,

You gentle bring my head down to sleep.

When the morning sun appears,

And the songs of the birds reach my ears.

The frustration of my mind has come to an end.

Just like you had intend.

For what fear should we hold,

When we know that you, God, reign so bold?