I sat before the quiet fire,
Thinking of what it is that I’d desire.
Would I want fame, fortune and gold?
Or countless riches, too vast to behold?
Would I want to be a star, my name up in lights?
Or days lived in glory, with passionate nights?
Finally, into the fire, I made my wish.
And it was not for fame, nor to be rich.
I wished for peaceful days and even gentler nights.
And, someday, a world, with no war or strife.
And whether on land, by air, or sea,
We’d all live in peaceful harmony.