In fields of battle, where death does reign
The cries of war echo, a never-ending pain
The clash of steel, the scent of blood
Leaves only ruin, as hope is shrouded

But in the midst of all this strife
A glimmer of peace, a beacon of life
A chance for love, a chance for light
To guide us through the darkest night

For in the end, it’s not the weapons we hold
But the love we share, that makes us bold
The hope we cling to, that makes us strong
And in the end, it’s not wrong

So let us strive for peace, let love be our guide
And in the end, we’ll find our way to the other side
Where the sounds of war will fade away
And in its place, eternal peace will stay.