Trees guide me on the trail of hope. br Stars teach me the way of life. br The ocean dances with the peace on earth. br Night dreams of all the wars to be over. br The moon tells me it will be all right. br The mountains listen as i cry for war to be over. br I wonder when this war will be over? br All those mothers may never see their sons, and all those br kids may never see their dads again. br Some men and women will never come home. br The clouds cry for me because my dad almost went over to fight, but came home to my sister, my brother, my mother, and me.