A Forever Dream

If sorrow could be sung in some form of sopranos
the cloud would start cry
the stars would dim
The souls lost in wars
in the human history couldn't have been settled
since life barely appreciated
in the battle of blood and dust
wives and orphans were left behind
love was left unattended
Yet generations after
weapons kept on killing
evils finds weak souls pretended to be power ones
To be equal, is still a forever dream