Personal Paradise


Different we all are

Similar we appear to be

Perfection is a star

An unreachable image we can see

A personal paradise…

Something we’ve always craved for

A perfect world so nice…

Something we searched of through war

We’ve risked currency

We’ve risked lives

Still we dwell in misery

Still we see guns and knives

The only ones who can create peace

Are the ones who can destroy it

We can force terror to cease

If we use our wisdom and wit


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