Perhaps a time will come,
When vows and oaths stay true,
Vice and betrayal become non-existent,
And brotherhood above all.

Perhaps dreams will not be empty,
Instead instill hope as pure as light,
That makes hearts radiate whole,
And eyes gleam once more.

Must we fight ever more?
Against the lies and hatred,
Amidst one and another?
Brothers and sisters turned to enemies?

Does what is written truly matter?
Or do our hearts hold the key.
Life has always been a battlefield,
Perhaps in time, a paradise.

Perhaps.

Copyright 2007