There's a storm going on
With like of its own
Better than a war going on
With the like of its own
Not the light that shines
But the light of guns and bombs
Storm destroys our home
but not the home in our hearts
Wars destroys the home in our hearts
along with our homes
The home we called family
The home we called friends
The home we called love and peace
Man against man
Brothers against brothers
To be the only one left in the world
Which has no end
Which has no price
They call king, leaders etc... as prize
Not for the games we play
But shedding bloods of its own.