A story, A story, 

A story to tell

The young ones; their eyes are sparkling like gold and diamonds. 

Happy dreams and laughing smiles,

The truth of today is far from reality.

 Souls wander about the earth, searching for what is not to be. 

Can hope be restored? Can peace shower on us like rain; comforting our souls- our tired souls?

A story, 

A tale.

Could it be a fantasy? Is it just a mere wish?

How can I smile a happy smile? When will I drink the milk of peace?

Oh! The milk from Mama no ...