? A story, A story,
A story to tell
The young ones; their eyes are sparkling like gold and diamonds.
Happy dreams and laughing smiles,
The truth of today is far from reality.
Souls wander about the earth, searching for what is not to be.
Can the hope be restored? Can peace shower on us like rain; comforting our souls- our tired souls?
A story,
A tale.
Could it be a fantasy? Is it just a mere wish?
How can I smile a happy smile? When will I drink the milk of peace?
Oh! The milk from mama no longer tastes as sweet.
For she's so worried, the wrinkles abound.
As newborn visits the world, he begins to fear.
Will he live the next moment..."
Beatrix paused and looked at a red-eyed Lavana.
"Is anything wrong?"
"Nothing. Your voice is just so goo
