Flowers Bloom Again

Two years on, and nothing's changed,
The hurt and pain still feel the same,
The fighting has not reached an end,
But neither has the hope you send.

We will find our peace once more,
Close the door upon this war,
Those who died will rest in peace,
The hatred and the death will cease.

The flowers bloom, but always die,
And some are still afraid to fly,
Will this darkness be controlled,
By the light within our souls?