I miss those times
when i would go to school,
holding tight my father's hand
Times when i would laugh with my friends,
and make huge castles out of sand
The wedding songs would deafen my ears
The beaming colours would dazzle my eyes
How sad it is that all is gone,
no more love, no more songs
Just a blanket of darkness,
that has buried away all the happiness
All i hear now is the din of the blasts
All i see now is the blood of my beloveds
My eyes sting with the pain of the shattered dreams
My heart bleeds with sorrow and grief
Seldom do i think about prosperity,
because survival is all that now matters to me
I ask those who pretend to care,
when will i get the peace which i deserve
Come rescue me from this viscious strife,
for i have a right to live a normal life
Come together and listen to my plea,
before its too late for you and me
Because its only peace that i am craving for;
its only help i am crying for.
WRITTEN BY
MARIA SILAT
WRITTEN BY
MARIA SILAT