In memory of ruddy time past
Firm, hurting, a bitter-sweet song
How wounds has formed a victorious blast
Imprinting on my life's diary

Recalling the strange rhythm of my heart
Which ate into my innocent being
Announcing several sleepless night
That has tune me a fearless knight

War has made Peace
Although many didn't cease
Struggle has formed strength
Despite many years- length

Pain, an end to joy
Giving great grace and oil
Standing tall in all
For I know that after pain come joy.