In between all the odds,
I swear on heavenly gods,
With Ballerina shoes sparkling like sun,
She will dance on the edges of your gun.
The trees will grow, the flowers will bloom,
Upon the tears, pain and gloom,
The dusk will see the light so bright,
That your bombs might not have seen it right,
Screeching will just blow your ear,
Laughter will bind everyone so near,
Love will rain,
Wash away all the bloody stain,
Earth will again toddle off with smile,
And With happiness more than a mile.