Can we ever heal?
The pain is so real,
This wound is so deep, it can’t be concealed
Our tongues cannot express what we feel
See the pain a mother’s eyes
Hear the agony in a Fathers cries
Feel the trauma a young child begets
The rain of blood from which we refuse to bathe
Gaze closely and feel
For these will tell the story, more eloquently than any words they say we all bear scares,
But if you drill a hole in my heart; will that still be called a scare?
How much more blood shall we spill?
How much more fear shall we instill?
How many more will go days without a meal?
Even though they possess so much skill?
If you could read my mind, you will be in tears
Life does not make sense anymore
Our purpose should be to help each other
But if you won’t help, at least don’t hurt
We are down in the valley of death
But still, we choose to move uphill
Hope we will do our best to rekindle
And joy, we will try to refill
Till once again our light and beauty will be revealed
Cause if we don’t at least try to heal from that which hurt us
We may end up bleeding on they that did not cut us
There is no need to kill, rather a deep need for goodwill
So for positive change, we will collectively stir the will
Not for Jack and Jill up the hill on real appeals, but
A real change from the heart that can heal and fulfill
Everyone has free will,
So why not use yours to pay someone’s bill
Or cater for those who have taken ill,
Or help someone learn a new skill
There are eyes up in the hills, God watches our every ordeal
And feels what we feel.
Let’s keep asking in humble appeal and living in accordance with (to) his will
Our joy he will help us fulfill heart longs for the day where we all realize
That regardless of who we are, where we are from
Or what we believe,
We are each unique ripples of the same ocean
Though so much has been taken from us,
We will choose to see that which makes us smile again
We will choose to love even those (them) that hurt us
Cause that’s the heart of a true warrior
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