Go with peace, to the place you long for. To the green rolling hills, where the wind always blow oh so very softly, tickling your cheeks that have dried up tears on it.
Go with peace, and take your anger with you. Throw it at the edge of the world, where the waves hit the rocks and chips the jagged rocks into nothingness.
Go with peace, and walk under the pouring rain. Breathe in the smell of water hitting the cobblestones, where maybe the world is simple and beautiful as it is.
Go with peace, even when peace is the last thing you have, as I’ve been losing you one day at a time.
Go with peace.