The child's wonder
At the old moon
Comes back nightly.
She points her finger
To the far silent yellow thing
Shining through the branches
Filtering on the leaves a golden sand,
Crying with her little tongue, "See the moon!"
And in her bed fading to sleep
With babblings of the moon on her little mouth.

(To hear us talk)

The tree the tempest with a crash of wood
Throws down in front of us is not bar
Our passage to our journey’s end for good,
But just to ask us who we think we are

Insisting always on our own way so.
She likes to halt us in our runner tracks,
And make us get down in a foot of snow
Debating what to do without an ax.

And yet she knows obstruction is in vain:
We will not be put off the final goal
We have it hidden in us to attain,
Not though we have to seize earth by the pole

And, tired of aimless circling in one place,
Steer straight off after something into space.

I make friends with both dark and light,
everyone is different and special.
No one is left to be judged.
You ask who are these people?
"Who is that with no hands?"
Well let me tell you something,

Scissorhands is my friend;
very original, yet mistreated,
why it's like the people around us.
Judging a book by its cover;
sure that sounds old,
but not if you never learn.

"Left with no hands, why with us?"
Oh everyone is special.
I got a friend with no eyes,
cannot see at all.
Does that make her different?
No not at all.

Am I alone?
No I'm not,
people may call my friends monsters,
though they are not what you think.
Everyone is not the same,
but we shall treat others the same way.
Different is unique,
very creative in all sorts of ways.

So next time you enter my house,
don't point anyone out.
If you don't enjoy their company,
then you shall not come at all.

peace begins with your soul
know who you are ; be free, open your door
then take it home
Spread the calm and the hope
peace begins with your soul
then start at home
till it moves to people
truly; no one live in peace
Everyone hates; they live just for Their interest, everyone has his own war
there's seven billion people around the world
but with fourteen billion faces an no honest word
try to find peace in your heart
peace begins with your soul
then start at home
till it moves to people
then it comes to the world
world ! there's nothing , not even a simple thing make us think or see there's peace in the universe
wherever you look
wherever you turn
you'll find wars , conflict ; tears , blood
you'll find death
where can we find peace
we must make it
stop crying , stop those tears
be fair ; be honest; be true
stop hating; start loving
be strong ; feel it for long
why we have to learn how to fight
why we have to see kids die
it suppose that the army its for protection so why all these wars ?
it supposed kids grow up in peace
peace will start with me
then will feel it everywhere
peace begins with your soul
then start at home
till it moves to people
then it comes to the world
we are so close to the edge
for better life make peace