Mother, this world is very cruel.
For a few pieces of land,
They shed human blood unjustly.
Mother! I will go and tell my Lord all the truth,
That they took away
My childhood,
And my dreams were buried alive with me.
My sweet, sweet eyes,
That had just begun to dream,
Were shattered and injured
By sights too harsh to see.
In the rubble and the dust,
Where laughter once echoed,
Now only silence resides,
As my right to live was taken away.
In the quiet of the night,
I whisper to the stars,
Hoping my cries reach the heavens,
Where justice reigns without pain.
Mother! I will go and tell my Lord all the truth,
That even in the face of despair,
Hope flickers in my heart
For a world where peace will be repaired.
