Within the grey ashes of my isolated past.
All I see was the dark quivering being.
With a bloody hands and surrendered heart.
The sorrow has consumed all.
Perhaps it’s a pain that won’t heal.
All I do was to cry, my tears fall.
In those terrified hours, with strangers.
Wounding my land, with stones.
I prayed for peace, I prayed for peace.
But now under the clear blue sky.
I untie the wings of peace.
Let the doves of love fly high.
In the sky, near the edges of the seas.
No cry, No pain, No fear, No tear.
Just joy is here everywhere.
Freedom of soul and spirit is floating.
No one knows the source of peace.
What are these pleasure, these joy and feelings.
Blooming like a sky filled with paper cranes.
That keeps reaching towards hope.
And makes us more and more alive.
I pray for peace, I pray for peace.