THERE IS A LOT OF PAIN IN THE WORLD,
PEOPLE ARE HUNGRY, PEOPLE ARE DIEING,
AND EVERY DAY OF THE WEEK I CAN HEAR A BABY BOY CRYING,

THE WORLD WILL NEVER HAVE PEACE IN TERMS OF WAR AND CONQUER; THE WORRIORS IN SERVICE WILL NEVER FORGET THE HORROR.

THE WORRIORS FAMILY SEES HOURS AS DAY, DAYS AS WEEKS, WEEKS AS MONTHS, MONTHS AS YEARS, AND THE WORRIORS WIFE AND KIDS CRY AN OCEAN OF TEARS.

A BABY BOY ASKS WERE IS MY DADDY, THE WORRIORS MOTHER ASKS HOW LONG TIL MY BABY BOY CAMES BACK TO ME.

WAR WILL NEVER SOLVE THE WORLDS PROBLEMS,
PROBLEMS WILL AND WHEN ALL HUMANS START TO RESPECT EACH OTHER.