See the ruins of the tortured town, it's licking her old wounds. Torn between the difference of the political minds. Raised a wall of iron, cut the families in half. What about the children, who were playing in the gra**. Soon to go away. Just walking over to play. It's a land with a history, a diamond of its kind. So throw away the boundaries and leave the past behind. The black book of this sorry war should be closed with a bang. Not a bang that k**s, but reunites the human sk**s. But luckily the tide has turned, a relief for you and me. See the flags waving there, together, peacefully. Let us not be hasty in the things we say or do. (Let's) create a better world, a better place for generations still to come