War As an old wise man told me once While feel pain can sleep peacefully But when someone did feel pain Never being able to sleep Old fool I thought and now I see How cruel their sadistic words War! War! I was in today Lost… Errant Not that I support Without the people hate… Whithout a king to meet But more noble seems You are your own king Suffer from greed and loneliness Building the hand doesn´t read below Allow live bled Who believe and want to be Even when the war is lost Hear the people who really trust Although not wanting to believe Nourished by resentment… Otherwise life without love… Repelled by tradition… Of those who still have… What is the solution? Try to understand? Their own illusion?