hoping that days would never come
let that smell,let that voice
never be a scary view in my new dreams
In my life let those remembrance never occur again
the fear,the cry,the hate everything that i faced
let the love,peace begins
but not with the colour of skin
let me,everybody smell the fragrance of fresh flowers
but not the gunpowders
let the children make their dreams come true
so their future be bright and clear
let this must not be the dream
today's night be a good and a fearless night
tomorrow's morning be a cheerful sight
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