I dream of the hour when this would all be far gone away,
When we could enjoy a beautiful Sunday.
I dream of the day when mankind could step out in the open,
To gaze at the sight of the world that had been newly woven.

The day when this mayhem comes to an end,
Would be the day when we all could finally ascend.
This day would surely come,
And would bring with itself the might to make this malady numb.

All the bitterness and agony would cease,
Been took over by harmony and peace.
All the deceased would be mourned for,
Once after we win this war.

The heavenly day would be blazing and bright,
Replacing the gloomy clouds of the disease's fright.
The world would flourish after all,
Becoming a reason for the disaster's downfall.