All hope is gone from this world of ours, We have nothing left to fight for. All that’s left are the scars of a life, That’s been lived on the edge hanging on.
We fought a war, not knowing what for; For oil, for money, for them, for sport?
The darkness is here, There is sun to shine upon us, From up above us. This is us, the dead sons.
Life drains out of me leaving a hollow shell. This is my hell. This is the cause of all my wars, Against a world that is not mine to belong to; it is yours. It is yours to ruin, or to save, or to send to its grave…
The peaceful night The stars and the moon The wind sea The stargazing.. How lovely is it? Away from busy city,people and noise. Only you and nature. You feel peace in heart. Peace in mind. Deep inside we all long
Butterflies emerge from unraveling cocoons Raising up, flying away like hot air balloons Traveling the world from calm meadows to isolated lagoons Harmonious living with the squirrels and raccoons Soaring above endless ocean until treacherous typhoons Relentless digging uncovered a