In lands once green with trees and grass,
Now only smoke and fire pass.
Where flowers grew and children played,
Now tears fall down and hope has strayed.
Brother fights with brother’s hand,
A loving home becomes dry land.
No more hugs, just fear and cries,
As blood falls down and goodness dies.
Guns and bombs have filled the air,
And peace is lost most everywhere.
Houses break, the sky turns grey,
And happy songs are far away.
A mother cries, her child is gone,
She sits and waits, but he's not home.
An orphan walks with empty eyes,
No food to eat, just sad goodbyes.
Fields are burned and rivers dry,
No crops to grow, no birds that fly.
Things once built are now all gone,
The world feels cold, not like a home.
And when the war is said and done,
No true peace is ever won.
A flag may fly, a song be sung,
But wounds remain in old and young.
Still deep inside a light can shine,
A wish for peace, for hearts to bind.
If hands can join and hate can stop,
Then love can rise and hope can grow up.
Let us stop this pain and fear,
Let us hold each other near.
No more war, no more cries—
Just peaceful hearts and clear blue skies.
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