Wake up angel, It is time to do your chores.
Wake up angel, You have to stop our wars.
Come to us angel, Fix the dying trees.
Come to us angel, And clean our debris.
I am awake dear friends,
Your armies are still fighting.
I cannot heal alone,
your will to keep on loving.
I look for dying trees,
Destruction was their fate!
Your souls are the debris,
For They are filled with hate!
Your final hope is there,
playing in the sand.
Kids from both sides,
are holding hand to hand.
My guidance to the youth,
Made your swords to bend.
These little angels,
They are your solution.
Give them only love
They will be the revolution