The paper planes i made when i was a child
i wondered why they would always crash?
The real planes i engineered are empty and filed,
as my blood continues to spill and splash ...
O terrorist! Tell me what was my fault?
This standoff is an expense of life and time!
the upset passengers, their flights on halt...
your war, your bombs are nothing but a crime!
The chandelier of hope is falling down,
Anarchy and chaos on the highest high!
The ship of peace is about to drown,
As with honor and glory i gracefully die!