Your sky is clear and serene with different stars
Mine is smoggy and dark because of wars

However, I believe we can reach the same sky
It is hard to have peace, but let us try

Peace, you are like a sea that gives comfort and joys
Without you, I fall

Without you, my sorrows are getting older
Gradually my heart is getting colder

Open this jail and release my hands once again
I am waiting

By Beheshta

Photo by Patrick Hamilton