Another dark night,
under the crescent moon.
Now total war,
and no hope soon.

The bombs tear through the sky,
another day, another fight.
One bomb after another,
bombing for life.

It’s another forever war,
and even if it is far,
it’s always close
to a bloody dawn.

A proud people,
kidnapped by violence.
Soldiers willing to die
as long as the public stays silent.

No boots on the ground,
freedom never to be found.
It’s just explosions and bombs,
and a constant alarm.

When will the white doves come to nest?
When can the public
start to live,
free from it?

An empty sandbox,
littered with toys,
but no children around
to see the end of this war.

Another day of death,
another day of pain.
Another day under the crying crescent moon.
Please, let the doves land soon.