In the glow of the setting sun, the
evening sky turns red.
Between a sea of stars and a sea of green.
A war that I can only see continues to bring
sorrow.
Why is there one?
What is its purpose?
Between the two seas, time seems to
fade away in the setting sun.
Will there be an end to that war?
Or will this cycle of sorrow and hate
continue to come?
If for a moment it would stop, will
they realize the mistakes they made?
I do not know, for all I see is a place
between the sea of stars and a sea of green.
When I fade away, will that war cease
to exist?
As I fall from that sea of stars, above
the sea of green.
To a place in between.
