Peace can be found on belgradestreets.
Stop, look, remember things that have passed.
The granite cross outside a memory of terrible times, of noise, smoke and death.
Think what the future could hold.
Open arms welcome those who open their souls.
The door is open.
Is there light in the darkness?
Lights inside seem to burn bright.
Where are the candles to show us the way?
Is our hope, our faith, an illusion?
A green light glows.