“For all the history of grief
An empty doorway and a maple leaf.”
Into the world of peace,
I come from the land of death.
Into the world of love and bliss,
I come from the land of hate.
I am a savior of peace,
I was a warrior fighting for this.
Not to take and just to give,
That’s what I want to teach.
Love and tolerance,
That’s what I want to preach.
Ways to live and not to slaughter,
Let only my songs matter.
Life is precious,
Because I know;
Not it’s price but it’s value.
I have seen enough of war
And I have seen people die.
Till death, their loved ones cry.
I have seen people who kill them,
They thank GOD for they were safe and fine,
But their hearts know that their souls whine.
You may wonder how I know this.
I know this because I was the one who killed,
And I was the one who died and the one who cried.
You may say I was fortunate enough to live,
From the cold hands of death, lucky enough to slip.
But death is better than this life,
Dying thousand deaths is never nice.
But my life is what my fates decide,
The songs of peace, that’s what I am destined to recite.
From the battles and the wars,
There is nothing to gain.
Just life and heart full of pain,
And a thousand wishes in vain.
But lucky the world is,
They have a second chance for peace,
A chance for love and bliss.
Make sure this chance isn’t ruined.
If not for the generation gone,
Then at least for the generation yet to born.
Make sure your past isn’t your future,
Now the world is yours to nurture.
Your past was written by hatred and grief,
But make sure your future is painted with a maple leaf.
For the lives of millions, the death of thousands is forgiven.
But make sure you make the world a better place to live in.