Lletres: Fifteen. The End II.

When we're done cleanin the rubble from the last wall torn down
When we're done putting back what we took from the ground
When the last republican and bureaucrat and liberal can admit to being a human being
When the last stubborn men stops refusing to learn from who he's met and what he's seen
There will come a day when there will be no more enemy, and no one left to hate
And on this day the earth will stand up and walk away
When the last line on all the maps has been erased
When the last person learns to derive the simple pleasure, of seeing another's smiling face
When we lose the reasons for division, and the separation has gone away,
When we know the love will stay

When all the songs have been heard and all the books have been read
When all the hate is gone and dead