Shall we know the time to still our temper and hold
Onto our hard anger and keep from growing cold
In the filled in graves of soldiers unknown and known,
So that planted flowers on our grave will have grown
And the mothers and children will have grown long old.
Can we join, forge a peace and share the planet blue
And create a passage to pass our anger through
Through to a long, distant void where none shall return
And all the old, cold pains and anguishes shall burn
And we shall all rise and live free and start anew.