World, They Have Taken The

To Me, A Fairy Tale Seems To Have Become Reality.

But Silence Is Where Victims Dwell.

We Breathed The Air Of Freedom Without Knowing The Language Or Any Person.

We Mothers Rock Into The Heart Of The World The Melody Of Peace.

When Sleep Enters The Body Like Smoke And Man Journeys Into The Abyss Like An Extinguished Star That Is Lighted Elsewhere, Then All Quarrel Ceases, Overworked Nag That Has Tossed The Nightmare Grip Of Its Rider.