Here's a poem that I wrote a while back.
I hope you like it.
One day it's peace, the other is war.
Yes, I know, that's just who we are.
Desperatly believing in the enternal flame.
Finaly home, it's from far that we came.
The sun and the moon and the stars from above.
They can not believe but it's this we call love.
Beautiful pictures, fragments and frames.
Once all burned down in a house full of flames.
But we keep the memories, we still have faith.
This is me, this is you, this is us.
We all once were made...