What will it take, this fragile dream, To calm the lands, let silence gleam? Where desert sands and rivers flow, Will seeds of peace find room to grow?
Years of sorrow, voices lost, What price remains, what human cost? Borders drawn by hands long gone, Yet hearts still beat, and life goes on.
It takes the courage to forgive, A chance for all to simply live. To see beyond the lines and hate, To let compassion navigate.
It takes a strength to pause and say Let’s end the bloodshed here today. To build a world where children play, Not fearing bombs or endless fray.
The leaders’ hands, the people’s hearts, Must work as one to make new starts. With every prayer, each tear that falls, The earth cries out, a voice that calls.
What will it take? Perhaps we know: The will to stay, the strength to grow. For in the soil of pain and loss, May hope take root, and peace emboss.
So let us dream, and let us dare, To plant the seeds with endless care. For peace is more than just a cease It’s every step toward lasting peace.
