Walking down these foreign streets…
I felt a hand take my own…
I turned around and saw it was a little boy,
With a face similar to my own.
Eyes full of joy…
He raised his voice and asked why I was sad with tears in my eyes…

I couldn’t tell the truth to that pure soul
That greed had taken over my land
And I had lost everything I ever had
That I am now on my own
In this cold, unknown to me foreign soil…
That the place I proudly once called my home
Is now nothing but ashes…it’s gone

I miss my home, which I can never see again…
Those were the words I spoke
He asked me why…
I wondered how could I reply
Once I was just like him…
I knew nothing but joy…
And I did not want to take that away from that little boy…
I told him with a smile that in this world…
there are people with poisoned hearts…
that can not stand beauty nor joy
and some of us, are blessed with the greatest strength and power in this world
the strength to smile through it all
and that those people are the only hope
because their smiles could heal the world

I wish I could go back in time and be as young as that child
When I did not know war…
When I didn’t know how to shed tears…

Suddenly a voice called that child away…
A voice I recognized and hold dear to my heart…
He ran to his mother with a smile
And It was then I realized this child…
This child was…me