Those guns were pointing to each other The report of the guns were so loud That was enough to let us realize fear and despair Innocent victims always get hurt in the war of helpless justice Another line appears in the text book of history Some-thousand dollar missile for destruct tiles and pebbles Did it k** the hatred by violence? Another world's the-only-flower scatter by the reason that they're born under absoluter's government Voice of a girl erased by the report of the guns Please do not forget their faces I watch my tiny hands Under the missiles I stand besides the mother who can only care the baby With hands covered in mud I stand besides the flower that eager to bloom in the ruins Give brotherly love, not violence I stand besides the flower that eager to bloom in the ruins Give flower bouquet, not a missile I stand besides the flower that eager to bloom in the ruins