• I was on my way home,
    As I stopped by a park
    I thought I was in Rome,
    But my mistake,
    It was a Rome Dog who barked.

    Walking beside the beach,
    Daydreaming what will happen to me.
    Wishing someday that I will reach,
    The world that I have been wishing to see.

    As days passes by
    Quickly as lightning spark,
    I have wished to see the sky,
    In peace that will not bare a mark.

    Love was once around,
    Will I ever find it alive?
    I have not yet found
    The world of I wish to strive.

    So many works,
    It is fair.

    So many fair,
    It is life.

    The end of the world.
    It may have come,
    But no one can predict,
    The time,
    The day,
    Where it is from.

    I was wondering,
    Will there ever be peace?

    Do human beings even know what it is?
    What are they thinking?

    Selfish,
    Cruelty.

    There is no peace.
    There is destruction.
    I cannot be at ease,
    For people not know perfection.

    Perfect is what no one can be.
    I, myself, can be wishing,
    That someday people will see
    What they are doing to human beings.

    Humans are responsible to the world.
    But all they do is destroy.

    The world is ending fast,
    For we are not thinking
    Of what we need to cast.

    A big wound has been marked,
    Even the sky is shown what it is.
    The dog had barked,
    And the world will no longer be missed.