Peace
Peace
Lovers quarrel
Friends shall fight
Though in the end we all take flight
Through the Unknown
Whilst we find
Happiness of a golden line
Hatred seethes within our blood
Growing deep
Though never shown
Death Betrayal
Love and trust
Start melting till we know we must
As we take off through the clouds
Crying for peace
Though none ever found
Wondering while we wander
Of a myth
The golden line
The one fountain of youth
Thy shall never find
Finally they speak of peace
Truth and justice
Now it is too late and they fall
Wings broken by the mere idea
Till they hit the ground
There they find peace
Will never be found