Believe..

This is not my battle

But I am the victim

I have suffered many losses

Inside and outside my house

I have lost my firm believe in love

I have lost my faith in brotherhood

I cried and cursed about it

No light of hope do I see...it is all in dark

Should I assume this as the end?

Is this the beginning of never ending suffering?

Is this the start of the expected end?

NO.

In this land of broken hearts and promises,

I dare to walk lonely

Again in the hope of happiness

And in the hope of spreading happiness

I may be alone in this moment of time

But as I will walk more in the humanity

More I will be joined

As I will walk between my own people

More hands will hold me

I have no fear of bullets

My bones are much stronger than iron

Victory is in my blood

But this is not my battle

This is my struggle to reunite my lost brothers

And to regain my lost faith

This is not the battle

But my believe..for that I struggle.