Saddling up on a horse's back,
I sea a sea filled with thoughts at its shore;
I stare into a space but no place to drop my wishes;
Consumed by the flake of bullets;
Ejected by the rumors of war;
Yet all I do is breath in breathlessness.

All around me I see lying dead innocent corpses.
Desperately yearning for life's daily need;
Searching even for crumbs for us to feed;
Is the plague we now face caused by those we chose to lead?
Can my unborn see peace even in life's cruel deed?

Though consumed by the flakes of bullet;
We lay in times and timed after times;
Peace: we plague for;Hope: we pray for;
Step by step; all I ve to do is breathe in a breathless terrain.