silence from creation's womb
Contributes to the sense of gloom
The plight of sentient beings
Belies the good

Within each one of you
universe awaits its birth
Alas your sleeping souls
Still stumble on your roads of rage

Sorrow, no more
Erase your lust for war
I know your [bad word] Your detiny's cure
Forbid your sins
To live again in time
Noble, righteous hearts could shine