When it's all over

It is tough to predict
Our world without war
Can there be a land
A village, a city, a country
Where the reminiscences
Of hatred are beyond very far?
Although sordid are their plays
Which blurs their vision
Blinded by their sins
Says they want redemption
By correcting the wrong doing
Of the ones confucian
But as one walks the journey
He comes to know that peace exists...
That is the beauty of peace
It rests in everything we hold dear!
After every fight, a starlight night
The dawn will come to conquer the fear
That is the promise of peace,
That one day after a long life, when it's all over...we find each other...
©arcane_pearl