Her eyes reflect a story sea, A promise of what could yet be. Where anger burns and tempers flare, She breathes a soft, forgiving air. In fields once scorched by hate's cruel fire, She plants the seeds of new desire. She walks through lands where echoes scream, Through shattered hope and broken dreamz. Her eyes transforms, her presence heals, The beacon of peace we need. For in her heart, a vision clear, A world where love dispels all fear. May we embrace the call, To heal, to hold, to stand for all. In every heart, let peace take root, The Peace Maker should guide you.